Skip to main content

THE STRANGER WHO PRAYS FOR YOU


He sells happiness. Sometimes, happiness is melting sweetness or garlanded glory or a juicy delicacy. He gives shape, colour and taste to happiness. Even at the darkest hour, he waits for you, the approaching happiest women and men, hoping for you to be the happiest on the earth. Maybe, he is the only stranger praying for your happiness. 


അവർ  സന്തോഷം വിൽക്കുന്നു. ചിലപ്പോൾ, സന്തോഷം നാവിൽ അലിയുന്ന  മധുരമോ, പൂമാല ചാർത്തിയ വിജയമോ, രുചിയേറിയ പഴ സത്തോ ആവാം. അവർ  സന്തോഷത്തിനു രൂപങ്ങൾ നൽകുന്നു, നിറം നല്കന്നു, രുചി നൽകുന്നു. ഇരുളിൽ പോലും അവർ  നിങ്ങൾക്കായി കാത്തിരിക്കുന്നു - സന്തുഷ്ടരായ നിങ്ങൾക്കായി. നിങ്ങൾ ഭൂമിയിലെ ഏറ്റവും സന്തോഷിക്കുന്നവരാകട്ടെ  എന്ന് അവർ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നു. ഒരു പക്ഷേ നിങ്ങളുടെ സന്തോഷത്തിനായി പ്രാർത്ഥിക്കുന്ന അപരിചിതർ  അവർ  മാത്രമാവും .






 

Labels:
Location: Delhi, India

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

GOPAL SWAMI PETTA

A 60 KM Drive from Sulthan bathery, Wayanad through the mighty Mysore forests, comprising of Muthanga Wildlife Sanctuary and then through the remote villages of Gundalpett, will take you to the abode of Lord Gopal Swami, located at a height of about 1200 feet from the sea level. En-route you can see the beautiful locations of many movies, the first one being Lal Jos' "Chandranudikkunna Dikkil" This is a place where cold breeze always soothe your tired muscles. The spectacular view from the hilltop, fresh, cool air and the roaming elephants are all a feast to your soul. Relax, refresh and rejuvenate here. The lovely nature here have all the ingredients for that. When leaving the hill in the even ing your mind will not accompany you. It will stay back there at the footsteps of the Lord, leaving only your body to the noisy world beneath.
2 comments
Read more

When Four Becomes Five

King Lear looked at Princess Cordelia. “Princess Cordelia, this is not fiction, it is life”. “King, if it is not fiction, why do you say everything is not perfect? Did you banish me from your kingdom too early?” “Princess, that is for the story, a tragedy, or an epic for fools to cherish. This is the reality where you are right, and I am wrong. Cordelia, say nothing, follow your bonds, long live.  It wasn’t perfect like a photo or a painting. The artist sees what the admirers do not. The picture becomes perfect when everyone sees everything.” “So, my King, there is something untold and unseen by the naked eye and that will take me back to where I was, to the abode of your kingdom, your heart?” “Princess, the truth is not as it appears. You did not go anywhere, only the story went.” “Then why untold and unseen?” “Cordelia, it is an art. Art of reality, that unfolds through epics and sub-stories.” “I’m your favourite kid!” “You do always my Princess. Now listen. This makes the pictur...
Post a Comment
Read more

എങ്കിലും ........

§æÄæa ¦ÆcæJ dÉÃÏ çܶÈÎÞÃí. µÝßEá çÉÞÏ ÕV×B{ßæÜ ³çøÞ ÆßÈÕᢠ®æa ÈÞÕßX ÄáOßÜáIÞÏßøáæKCßÜᢠ¾ÞX ÉùÏÞÄßøáK ÕÞAáµ{ÞÃßÕ. ®æa æÈFßW ÈßùEßøáæKCßÜᢠµHáµ{ßW ÈßÝÜßAÞæÄ çÉÞÏ dÉÃÏJßæa ÎÇáø ÍÞÕB{ÞÃßÄí. 70Þ¢ ÕÏTßÜᢠÏìÕîÈJßçaÄÞÏß ®KßÜÕçÖ×ßAáK ºâ¿á¢, ºâøá¢, ÈßùÕá¢, ØìwøcÕᢠ³VNµ{ᢠèµÎáÄÜÞAß, ¨ ÕÞÜèaXØí çÁÏáæ¿ ¥Lc ÏÞÎJßW Èà ¥ùßÏÞX ÎÞdÄ¢ ¾ÞÈÞÆcÎÞÏß §Õßæ¿ µáùßAæG. ÕßøØÄ Îá¶ÎádÆÏÞAßÏ ÉµÜáµ{ßÜᢠØbÉíÈBæ{ÞÝßEá ÈßK øÞdÄßµ{ßÜᢠÈßÜÞÕßÜᢠÈßdÆÏßÜᢠÕàÃáµßGßÏ §¿çÕ{µ{áæ¿ Øbºí»ÄÏßÜᢠ²çøÞ ÈßÖbÞØJßÜᢠ¥øßµßÜßÜïÞæÄ çÉÞÏ µâGáµÞøà, ®çKÞæ¿ÞMÎáIÞÏßøáK ÈÞ{áµ{ßW Èà ÉÜÕG¢ çµZAÞX æµÞÄßæºîCßÜᢠçµZAÞÈÞÕÞæÄ çÉÞÏ ÉÜÄᢠ§ÄßÜáIí. ®æa ÙãÆÏÎßÁßMßæa ÖÌíÆ¢ çÉÞÜᢠÄßøߺîùßÏÞÈÞÕáK ¨ ¯µÞLÈßÖÌíÆÄÏßW ¦ ØíÉwÈ ÄÞ{¢ µÞçÄÞVJí §Õßæ¿ ÈàÏáIÞçÕIÄÞÏßøáKá. Éçf §çMÞÝßÕßæ¿ ÄßÎVJáÜïØßAáK ¥ç·ÞºøB{ÞÏ ³VNµ{áæ¿ Ä¿ÕáµÞøÈÞÏß ¾ÞX ÎÞdÄ¢. ºßÜçMÞZ ÎwÎÞÏᢠÎxá ºßÜçMÞZ dɵÞÖ çÕ·ÄÏßÜᢠ¥Õ ÎÞùß ÎùßÏáKá. ÕV×BZAMáù¢, ÉâJáÜE ·áWçÎÞÙùßæa ºáÕGßW ÈÞÝßµµç{Þ{¢ Ø¢ØÞøߺîßøáKçMÞçÝÞ, ÎÝ ÎÞùßÏÄùßEßGᢠοAÞÄßøáK ²øá µá¿AàÝßW ¥¿áJ ÎÝAÞÏß ²øáÎߺîí æµÞÄߺîí dÉÞVjߺîí È¿KßøáK...
6 comments
Read more