A bottle for Ganga jal (Ganges water)

 

When my aunt passed away and I had a wish to take Ganga jal (Ganges water) for her final rituals

 

I was searching for a bottle and came across one; I immediately remembered that it was the same bottle in which she had sent sweets for me a few months back

 

She must have sent with so much love and affection—the same bottle was used to carry the sacred water for her final rituals

 

She always wanted to meet me but I always avoided because my job was my priority

 

We always know how much money we have but we never know how much time is left in our and our loved ones lives

 

People who used to send friendship messages just ended up sending a RIP (rest in peace) message; I learned that real friends never send friendship messages but they stand by the friend in times of need like the one that truly love you never says “I love you”, just like small innocent children who never use any words to express love but their pure hearts are full of love

 

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https://bhoj11.blogspot.com/2014/04/forgive-yourself-she-told-him.html

Forgive yourself---she told him

Short story

Once a wanderer met a healer, they sat by the fire

He talked about guilt

“Forgive yourself”---she told him; just let go—free yourself

You will not be able to progress on the spiritual path if you carry this burden. This Universe will give you a chance to make up in this life or beyond.

He got a lesson that it is equally important to forgive yourself as it is to forgive others.

He kept looking at the fire, his eyes moist—she kept smiling with her eyes.

That night destiny had met destiny

His destiny to free himself from a burden

Her destiny—to guide him to his destiny.