Saturday, March 21, 2015

Solace

Solace is...

Taking in the sweet fragrance of the incense sticks at the altar and watching the smoke swirl its way to the heavens, carrying with it tears, pleas, and prayers.

Listening to the Yesudas version of 'Harivarasanam' just as you drift into the land of sleep.

The stillness and silence of meditation.

Listening to the croak of frogs on a dark night, after an outburst of rain, thunder, and lightning.

Burying your nose deep into a book and catching a whiff of the faint vanilla fragrance that lurks within the pages.

Stumbling upon snatches of strangers' conversations in your mother tongue, far away from the homeland.

A hot cup of chai as you watch the world go by.

Knowing that someone cares.

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Saturday, March 21, 2015

Solace

Solace is...

Taking in the sweet fragrance of the incense sticks at the altar and watching the smoke swirl its way to the heavens, carrying with it tears, pleas, and prayers.

Listening to the Yesudas version of 'Harivarasanam' just as you drift into the land of sleep.

The stillness and silence of meditation.

Listening to the croak of frogs on a dark night, after an outburst of rain, thunder, and lightning.

Burying your nose deep into a book and catching a whiff of the faint vanilla fragrance that lurks within the pages.

Stumbling upon snatches of strangers' conversations in your mother tongue, far away from the homeland.

A hot cup of chai as you watch the world go by.

Knowing that someone cares.

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