Small Packets of Love

There comes a time during the day when the sensation of pain overpowers the bars of equanimity and the weight of the bag starts feeling double. In these moments what elates us is to be greeted with lot of joy, giggles and innocence. Children would come running to us as soon as they see us coming and will say Narmade Har in a very typical musical tone and that would bring a big smile on our face and ease our tired minds.

There are times when we cannot even see them but only hear their voices. And sometimes there is this unsaid game that they play with us where we keep repeating Narmade Har in various tones till the time we can keep hearing each others voices.

We are walking on a hilly terrain these days. By the time we have finished walking 10 steps, these kids run down the hill bare feet, waving their hands just to shower us with their love. There are stones, thorns, slope .. but nothing stops them.

People tell us that you will meet Reva (the other name of the river Narmada is Reva and it is a belief that during the some day if you will have faith, you will the deity of the river Narmada). I tell them I meet Reva everyday in the form of these little children who bring bucket full of happiness everyday.