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 feels doubled. In these moments, what elates us is being greeted with a lot of joy, giggles, and innocence. Children would come running to us as soon as they saw us coming and say" Narmade Ha"r in a very typical musical tone, which would bring a big smile to our faces 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 they play with us, where we keep repeating Narmade Har in various tones until we can keep hearing each other's voices.

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

People tell us that you will meet Reva (another name for the river Narmada; it is believed that if you have faith on the same day, you will meet the deity of the river Narmada). I tell them I meet Reva every day in the form of these little children, who bring a bucketful of happiness.