Dearest Aachi

What a lovely story. Of course the divine appears in miraculous ways and in extremely ordinary ones too. So yes the mother was the little girl, and so can the beggar and the autowallah be.

Some years ago I was travelling with a friend on the Karakoram Highway in the Himalayas. We didnt have much money so we rented a small maruti and took off. Turned out the car was a real khatara so every half hour (without exaggeration) we would have a flat tire. Finally when we got to Gilgit I had to buy a couple of new tires. On the way back the car began steaming up and again every half hour we would have to stop. It was raining and there were small rocks coming down on the road and it was really quite scary.

Anyway the point of telling you this story is that everytime the car would break down, this man would seemingly appear out of nowhere, would pull over and help us fix it. Over and over again. Finally when we were entering the city I turned around to thank him (he was tailing us all the way so that he could help us) and he had just disappeared. I know he hadnt overtaken me and until a minute ago I had seen him right behind me. I decided he was my angel/God/divinity, sent just to protect and help me.

I think that the heart of the divine exists in the ordinary and that it is only when we open our eyes to it that we see how truly blessed and miraculous our life is.

Thanks for sharing this
lots of love

Dear Aachi,

It doesnt matter what anyone else thinks of your experience. What is important is that YOUR heart knows it and thats all that matters!

What a beautiful experience that was Anusheh. Gives you goose bumps!!

I am reminded of this one time when I was in an auto, waiting at a red light. I had never seen eunuchs begging at this crossing ever before. But this evening, I see this eunuch with an extraordinarily beautiful, radiant and glowing face standing with her hands open asking for money. As I was taking out some money from my bag, I just couldnt stop feeling the vibrant energy flowing from her. So I gave her the money and she placed her hands on my head and blessed me. And I just felt something in me say "this was special" ..... I still remember that divine face emitting light so powerful that it took me a while to get over it!

Good Morning everyone!! Have a great day ahead
:-)

Dearest Aachi

Just one word for your piece...Divine !!

"I did not know whether to believe them.... one thing I knew...I saw the Mother"

You have answered yourself. You saw HER. Not your friends.So you know whom to believe :-)

I see God in Goodness :-)

Dear Anusheh & Shubhz
Thanks for sharing those Amazing experiences.Pure souls do experience such miracles !!

"Keep experiencing Heaven" :-)

Dear Aachi

Similar to what others have implied, I don't think it matters one bit if that girl was an ordinary mortal and disappeared from your sight so quickly. That you chose to see a Godess in the young child playing with a brick and rope makes your visit meaningful. Haven't you done the best thing Godess Padmavathi would want of a devotee visiting her Lord's temple?

Dear Aachi,
May u get similar darshans again and again....

Love
Rudra

Dear Buddy

Your story is really about you. The muse that you are and the Divinity in your eye. Osho has a wonderful line "tumahri drishti hi tumhari srishti hai'- your eye defines your world.

In my long endeavour to understand the miraculous I discovered that it only lies in your perception. If you are unable to spot the miracles you never encounter them. So God/Goddess appears when your eye is wide enough to percieve them in form. For the sceptical heart and the mistrusting head miracles never happen.

"We might as well explore our own minds to be inspired by a divine moment and reach the state of godliness by the help of even ordinary encounters" is the whole truth friend. For it is in the ordinary that the extraordinary awaits.
The Goddess chose her mediums well, reflecting your young innocent Yin she let you know it is perfected on its journey for she knows how to play(something i have always said about you- how powerful and blessed and playful/creative your Yin is) and she carries the brick- the density of life's challenges and let's your display how adept you are at negotiating the rope of consciousness which will allow you to swing it in play. And she laughed as you 'applied yourself' for she wanted you to only see 'you' as you are and so she disappeared. The metaphors are so apt and powerful that how can there be any doubt that it was the Goddess.

God/Divinity appears in incredible ways right under our noses. The tragedy is that even in sharing these truths we only invite ridicule and disbelief from others rather than infecting them with the desire to spot the miraculous in their lives.

I have a young frind (13) who is an incredible magician and is becoming so popular now that he recently asked us to design a 'business card ' for him. As I sat down to give him a catchy title I came up with " I see magic in your eye" and it was an 'aha' moment. Of course the magician is the one who taps into the magic in our very own eye(I). How simple and profound.

Lovely post and even lovelier encounter with your inner world!

Sorry the line was "I spy magic in your eye".

"Of course the magician is the one who taps into the magic in our very own eye(I). How simple and profound."

So true Jasjit ..... just like beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder!

Hey Aachi,

"... that Mother Herself would come for giving me a darshan". Divine does not have to 'come'. Its all within and around us. It is upon us to percieve / realize it. You do, so you 'knew'!! :-)

I believe its always good to Share your feelings/expressions with those you know but you don't have to seek 'pampering' from others for that.
What's important is that you feel / know in your heart.

[ BTW - you can see how everyone believes 'you' in here buddy. ]

I guess Everyone has already put it across really straight & beautifully - Jasjit, Anusheh, Shubhosree, Prasun, Harvinder - With you guys.

Cheers you blessed one!! :-)

Dear Aachi,

Many of our myths, religious stories, tales of saints etc. give us examples of how people have often encountered God in his/her humanly or 'ordinary' form. We have all literally grown up with these stories and yet most of us refuse to acknowledge that this might happen to one of us too.

But it's true certain things happen in our lives, people come into our lives who bring with them miracles and that is what 'God' is about.

I was once stranded in the middle of this lonely road. My car was refusing to budge, it was late in the afternoon, roads were lonely and there was no garage or anything around. I would have to walk a long distance to reach the busier side of the city. I was wondering what to do when suddenly a man on a cycle came and halted near me asking what was the problem. I told him my car was refusing to start. Guess what the guy turned out to be a mechanic! He repaired my car and without saying a word took the money that I offered to him and left. For me that was a miracle.

Hi Aachi & everyone,

Just felt like sharing this.

This happened abt 6 yrs back. I with my family were on our way up to Vaishnodevi - bhawan. It was around 7 or 8 pm already. My family decided to go for Ma's darshan before we saw Ardhkunwari on our way back in the day. Abt 3-4 KM short of Ardhkunwari Mom said she was tired so we hired a Mule for her while others walked along.

We had decided to meet at a place near the bhawan. I was feeling thirsty so I told them to move on and stayed back for a quick break.

After I resumed and reached a dark lonely turn, I felt kind of depressed. Perhaps it was because of night time, or may be it was too quite. I was wondering why I can't see anyone else around.
Then I suddenly felt something pulling on my shirt from the back. I turned around (a bit scared), and saw this young girl (may be 12-14 yrs - not really sure) who was almost out of breath and tired. She said she was with her family but got left behind somehow, and that she was scared alone & asked me if I could accompany her up to Ardhkunwari where she and her family were headed for.

I smiling nodded and don't know why held her by the hand & she smiled as if she had found someone she knew. I kept talking to her, about how she got left behind, and all. In no time, we were there. She found someone & waved at him happily(perhaps her father). She thanked me and ran away with joy in her eyes. I don't know how to express that feeling inside me - that lightness, that pleasant feeling.

I moved on and realized my depression was gone. I felt rejuvinated and was now enjoying the night time with each turn - looking around at the sky times and then at the lights down below. It was quite unusual and strange - and all this stayed with me throughout that journey.

When I told Mom about this, she said some things similar to what Jasjit & Prasun said. And reading Anusheh, Shubhosree's shares brought those moments back.

Mom also said - "You've already experienced it on the way to the Devine herself". I didn't quite understand that back then. But today when I read your share & the comments, Jasjit & Mom's words just felt so clear.

May be it's not only our faith, but also the purity & the intentions we hold within through a journey that matter. I still feel that she was something special that happened at the very moment when I felt so lonely & depressed.

Thanks Aachi, Jasjit, Anusheh, Shubhosree.
Good to be here guys. :-)

That was amazing Surya!

Even though you didnt connect it all until today, but whats important is the fact that you remember and cherish the joy that one ordinary experience gave you. So I think that in your heart, you had already made the connection :-)

Hi Surya

It truly is about our own vision read receptivity. For instance, like you and Aachi many others will quote similar experiences 'especially on pilgrimages'. Why? For on a pilgrimage your mind is openly in search of 'Divinity', call it faith, hope or whatever but the scientific principle is truly the eye of the mind. It turns its lens on seeking/finding the miraculous/extraordinary there because we carry the conditioning that the 'pilgrimage' is our effort to connect to something larger.

In some sense we really HOPE that a sign/message will come to perhaps 'redeem' us and make us feel loved/blessed/special. And of course Divinity is nothing but the reflection of your own 'specialness'. So all you do is turn your eye onto feeling that you have a special connection with the 'Creator' and voila that eye is rewarded instantly by an experience.

So if feeling low was a clear state 'Divinity' stepped in to let you know by creating a situation which alleviated it. The point is that these 'miracles' are ways for life to teach us that we are not training our mind on to the consciousness of all that is available to us. It is when we begin to seek that 'specialness' in everyday living that life becomes an immense joy.

Dear Shubhosree,

Good to know you saw that :-). It is quite fresh in my mind as are a few others of the similar kind.

Dearest Jasjit,

Thanks for reiterating that "Until we really open the eyes of the mind, we cannot realize the continum of the bliss our Life carries and that too in such subtle ways". And yes it all connects to the means that carries the messages.
It is for us to be ready to see them.

Humbled & alleviated at the same time with each read :-).

Lots of Love,
Surya.

Hey Surya & Chaitali

Amazing experiences indeed. Its all about how we look at it.

For some it could be a co-incidence whereas to others its a Miracle.Its all inside :-)

Dear Shubhz

"..whats important is the fact that you remember and cherish the joy that one ordinary experience gave you " Brilliantly put ;-)

Dear Jasjit
"It is when we begin to seek that 'specialness' in everyday living that life becomes an immense joy"
:-) Thanks for the reminder. Life is beautiful!!

Dear Aachi

Simple & powerful like always. I know she was your Goddess & like Jasjit explained so well her message was specific. Yes Jasjit pilgrimages have a way of connecting you to a larger truth.

Many years ago my brother & his friends went to Amarnath. Being young & reckless they tried to negotiate a steep stretch at night. A storm was brewing , they lost their way and my brother slipped and fell down a steep gully. He was knocked out and the freaked friends ran back for help. When he came to he was hanging precariously off an edge, a deep gash in his left leg and a bleeding head. Sure that he was going to die there he chanted the Mahamritunjaya as 'my farewell mantra'. Suddenly he felt two powerful hands under his shoulders yanking him backwards up the slope. Since he's quite tall he was shocked at the strength with which he found himself off the ledge and onto a grassy patch. A tall, white haired old man in flowing robes and a huge teeka stood before him.

As my groaning bro tried to thank him he busied himself in tying his wounds with strips torn from his robes. Then he went into the bushes got some herbs & squeezed their juice on his bleeding head which stopped the blood. Bro then passed out again & when he came to, the rescue team had found him but no sign of the angel. The locals said they had never seen anyone of that description ever.

Bro still insists it was Shiva himself. I have no reason to think different. Especially since it changed him in some very amazing ways.

Wow Radhika that's a really amazing story.

Aachi... I just read your post. I will only say listen to Janis Joplin -- "what if God was one of us."

Also I take the liberty to share an essay with you which I wrote a couple of years back.

Hope it gives your more food for thought.

LUV
Sangeeta

--------------What if god was one of us ------

“Experiences are like sieves, sifting us daily. We leave behind our reactions to it and come out of it richer with precious flecks of learning.”
Exploring literature is also such an experience. The entire content may become hazy in time but the wisdom one gleans through it, is eternal. Like the time I read an article on ‘Vaastu’, which described the truth behind ‘Bhagvaan’ an acronym. I quote, “The universe, including every living form is made up of five elements, the earth, water, fire, air and space. These elements are related to our senses of smell, taste, hearing, touch and sight. In fact, the word ‘Bhagvaan’ itself is composed of the five elements. ‘Bh’ Bhoomi. ‘A’ Agni, ‘G’ Gagan, ‘V’ Vaayu, and ‘N’ Neer.”
(from now whenever you encounter the word ‘bhagwan in this piece, think of it as an acronym)
With the rising intolerance among people, we often doubt the existence and authenticity of ‘Bhagvaan’. This question boggled me quite early in life. Nothing satisfied me as an acceptable answer, so as a rebellion I inclined towards atheism. After 20 yrs in quest, I found a path of exploration in a most unassuming moth-eaten literary treasure on my bookshelf, which was casually lying there for my discovery. Probably ‘Bhagvaan’ himself left it when I needed him the most.
This simple definition totally threw my perception of ‘Bhagvaan’ off gear. It enticed my atheist mind into the heart of spirituality. I soon found out that its not an independent theory but has been mentioned in the Vedas. And so I read several books after that to get a clearer picture. The most remarkable of them were “A Second Chance” by Swami Prabhupada and a biography of His Holiness The 14th Dalai Lama. I want to share how that one definition of the Acronym ‘Bhagvaan’, has illuminated my universe and cut through my ennui like the blades of sunlight slicing the dark thickets.
My first reaction to this amazing definition was of awe and then admiration and respect for our ancestors to have so cleverly coined an acronym that explained the entire universe and its existence. I don’t claim to be enlightened overnight. Neither do I undermine the penance of the ascetics, nor can I say that, I have simply got through literature, what ‘Buddha’ achieved in years of meditation. I can only say that while beating about the bush I just tumbled upon a new path. And if all paths lead to the same almighty, then for me, my path has opened a new era of understanding and consciousness.
The newfound awareness was like getting a whole new set of senses. My search for a definition of the elusive ‘Bhagvaan’ came to a point where I had to let go, and take a ‘leap of faith’. As the initial amazement wore off, thousands of questions sparked in my mind. I got some answers and more questions. My once “proud-in-its-prowess” intellect, was on the verge of a short circuit. Luckily the ambiguity of earlier connotations and my skepticism took over. Instead of totally disregarding the possibilities, I paused to evaluate the probabilities. Often we look into every nook and corner to find an answer and we fail to notice the obvious. ‘When Americans were busy developing the zero gravity ink-pen, the Russians simply took a pencil to space’.
Of the three hurdles to learning, I already crossed the first by conceding, “I don’t know.” Next was to clean the cobwebs of preconceived beliefs, prejudices, half-baked wisdom and distorted perception. That was a big hurdle. To overcome that, I cleansed my psyche systematically, avoiding any raw nerve of religious sentiments. Once I achieved that through introspection, I was ready for the final step, i.e. Prepare for a total culture shock. My inquisitive mind stopped asking, ‘What is it?’ Instead was curious, “What if it is?” If I take a paper and splash some ink on it, everyone will see the ink. Even if its just 5% of the total paper area, we’ll see a blotch of ink & fail to notice the clean portion. I expanded my viewfinder. Like an adventurer at the threshold of a path-breaking discovery, I examined the hypothesis and eliminated each reservation till I was convinced of exploring the definition before discarding.
I became conscious that, according to that definition everything I see or hear or touch is ‘Bhagvaan’. I never accepted anything at its face value. My mother told me, don’t be rude to anyone as ‘Bhagvaan’ lives inside everybody’s heart. Earlier it troubled me? How can an idol be inside anyone? Now I got a new pair of eyes. Everything around me was smiling and speaking to me. The air I breathed, the grass I walked on, the flower I plucked, the water I drank, the little thorn that hurt me, the lilies the cow ate, the stone I picked up to chase it away and even the cow herself. Or any other animal around, the insects, rocks, food, colors, music, the heat, rain, thunder, the dust, and the cold and even the ether, the space was just a part of ‘Bhagvaan’. And none can survive without the other. As Khalil Gibran said, “A mountain and a valley, both will loose their existence without the other.”
I believe in the elements so I am a believer in ‘Bhagvaan’. I believe in Indra, Varun, Agni, Pawan. I don’t need to expound on their importance for Prithvi the earth. For me they are not bedecked handsome idols with blissful faces, but the forces of this universe that creates, sustains and destroys life on earth. The eternal trinity of the Creator, preserver and destroyer - Brahma, Vishnu and Maheshwar. The creator Bramha lived hundred years, each year equivalent to thousands of man-years. It is the universe, the space that holds this earth in its womb. And it lives for thousands of man-years and dies into a black hole. Maybe that’s why Krishna revealed the universe in his mouth, to Arjun. When he says, “No religion is mine and I am the only religion”, maybe he wanted me as a human being to serve the universe as my only religion.
I revere the mountains, the massive snow peaks like Kailash, and rocks, rivers, trees, planets, earth and animals as ‘Bhagvaan’. The stones and rocks that form the undulating world, should stand strong and immovable, so that I can walk on it, or make it a shield against raging elements. To provide cave shelters for my fellow creatures and me. Not all stones are steadfast. Some tumble down to become pebbles that willingly accept defeat to bring me the rivers. The river I worship lets me drink and bathe in it. When I offer her water to the Sun god, my silent prayer tells him,” drink this water and rain it on my fields where I can’t take the river with me”. I climb up the mountains and reach the peaceful heights to reach deeper within me, to realize the strength and aptitude of my mind. I worship the snow and the stalagmites, as eventually that snow will become a river.
I place idols of lord Shiva under a banyan tree from the pebbles and clay and worship them with love. The banyan tree around which I tie the strings, I thank its shade that gives me shelter. I say prayers to protect the stem that gives me wood. The wood burns to provide warmth, to provide food for me, to provide security and to provide me my pyre. The pyre, which disperses me back to the universe where I belong. And when I disperse myself to dust and merge in these elements I leave, for another human form to take my place.
I believe in endless forms of worshipping earth. I create a clay Shiva or say my prayers to the Neem tree Jagannath I know somewhere deep in the heart of that idol there’s nature pulsating with life, hope and dependability. For every puja I worship the deities and I keep the five element of the universe as a witness to it. I select a tithi keeping the movements of the cosmos and Surya, Chandra, the Graha Tara in consideration. I invoke not only the powerful presence of these celestial entities, but also the predestined part of my existence. The undeniable truth, that has reformed and recreated itself, yet is ever permanent. I light a hawan, a lamp for fire; burn incense showing the presence of air, I adorn the earth with Alpana and the idols with flowers and sandalwood all born on earth. I bathe the idol with water and milk of animals.
I also harmonize my senses. With rituals like shashtang pranam and kissing the earth, who provides my sustenance. I see the image, hear the bell, and smell the incense. I sit facing east to get vigor from the rising sun; I avoid sleeping north -- south, to avoid conflict between the magnetic fields of the earth and my body. I apply sandalwood on my forehead to cool my third eye, and eat the prasad as an offering of ‘Bhagvaan’.
Still one puzzle remained. Why would our ancestors leave an acronym? If the definition is so simple then why didn’t they profess, “Worship the universe”? ‘Bhagvaan’ is not one single element or idol but an amalgamation of five. If everything on earth and beyond is composed of five elements then even ‘I’ am a part of ‘Bhagvaan’. Logically then every thing composed of this amalgamation is ‘Bhagvaan’. This enigmatic ever-changing universe is like an amoeba and every element in it are its cells. Among these cells Man is one form with an advanced intellect and speech.
Born an animal with instincts to survive, hunt, eat, reproduce and preserve, Man, evolved and developed its brain to a level much higher than the rest of the living kind. It recognized it curiosity, imagination, creativity, innovation, and expansion. It was confident of its commanding presence on earth. May be that’s why our wise ancestors perceived that, power hungry man, might misuse his presumed supremacy over other ‘so called mute and inanimate’ beings of nature.
If they said, “Worship the universe”, man would question - what can the mute planets, stars, trees or river do? How can they decide my fate? Is that why a human manifestation of these elements were conceived? Stories and characters were created, which man could place outside himself and worship as a deity? Man is perishable and to be worthy of faith, ‘Bhagvaan’ needs to be as eternal. So images of an invincible superman to whom we could lean on for support. Or is that because the Man form is actually the most potent form to become ‘Bhagvaan’. A man thinks, works and makes it happen. Probably that is why the human form idol was created as a preordained plan to worship man, with supporting elements from nature like animal vahans.
I think our ancestors realized that man is not just a manifestation of ‘Bhagvaan’, but in himself he holds a tremendous power to become ‘Bhagvaan’. It isn’t difficult. It wasn’t for Jesus, Buddha, Chaitanya, and prophet Mohammad or even Gandhi, Ramakrishna Paramhans and Mother Teresa. The difficulty is that when a man through his sheer power of tolerance, unconditional love and forgiveness, walks this earth as ‘Bhagvaan’ to some people, the other less enlightened ones envy his fan following. So most such people were put to death.
If they said, “Son of man, you yourself can become ‘Bhagvaan’ as only you have the potential. Worship yourself.” would it have turned man into a megalomaniac? Or would he love himself and respect himself and his kind more? Does a man who becomes ‘Bhagvaan’ become docile? No, with great power comes great responsibility. And those who realize this power spend years of introspection and meditation to transform from man to ‘Bhagvaan’. To realize their responsibility and unconditionally love each and every being on this earth. And then they become ‘Bhagvaan’ in true sense, worthy of worship.

Hi all,

its nice to be amongst friends.

Dear buddy....Ur explanation of the incident that I went through is so profound and subtle that I feel all the more confident. Mucho gracias ( did i get that right? :))

Dear Anusheh,

that was a lovely share. I feel happy to see such wonderful experiences being shared. Same to you Shubhosree.

Dear Chaitali,

isnt it amazing how help comes in myriad forms. As jasjit wonderfully put...it is our own drishti. Miracles are in us.

Dear Prasun,

I sure do pal. :)

Dear Harvinder, Rudra,

thanks a lot. I surely hope I do! goddess padmavathi with a brick and a rope....its very beautiful. Thanks Harvinder.

Dear Surya,

ur absolutely right...its like unfurling our sails to an eternally present sea breeze. but a very powerul story. thanks a lot for sharing.

Dear Radhika,

have u read "Himalayan Masters" of Swami Rama? in this book also he talks of an old man with a tilak and white robe gaurding temples of Shiva in the himalayas. I am pretty certain that this must be the form of Shiva that ur brother encountered. and also he talks about a land of Devas in the Himalayas where demigods are supposed to protect piligrims. its a good book.

Dear Sangeeta,

Lovely essay!

I enjoyed going through it.

"To realize their responsibility and unconditionally love each and every being on this earth. And then they become ‘Bhagvaan’ in true sense, worthy of worship. "

absolutely true. thanks for sharing. :)

Aachi Thanks for this post. Reading about the 'ordinary' and yet special experiences about everyones has been really something. Each experience gave me goose bumps. Radhika, I can imagine how it must have changed your bro.

'Divinity is nothing but the reflection of your own 'specialness'. So all you do is turn your eye onto feeling that you have a special connection with the 'Creator' and voila that eye is rewarded instantly by an experience.'

Jasjit that is so true. Belief I feel plays such an important role in our lives. Gaurav had to have a MRI scan last year. He was a bit nervous and so was I. The wait was really long and we kept chatting to divert our attention. The nurse finally came and announced that he would be called in 5 min. I'm a believer of Shirdi Sai, so I told myself I know things will be ok as Sai is there to protect us. Guess what? All that while I was in the sitting room I did not even notice the picture of Sai on the door to the entrance of the scanning room. The moment I started thinking about him he was right there in front of me. At that moment I knew nothing to worry Chaitali, things will be just fine.

Sangeeta,

I have not gone through your post but will very soon. "What if God was one of us." When I read this line I feel this real strenge feeling in me. Don't know what it is but makes me feel happy :)

Hi Sangeeta

You write really well. Thanks for sharing that essay, I really enjoyed reading it. Especially because it was a passionate and candid account of an inquiry and a transformation. Could feel the power of both come through.

Hi Aachi

I love that book too. Its one of my favourites and I often recommend it to people. Wonderful teaching stories in it.

Thanks Aachi

Have forwarded the title of the book to bro & this blog address. I forgot to add that he dreamt of that mysterious man twice since & got some significant messages. Sigh! Nothing like that ever happens to moi.

Sangeeta what a well articulated post. Very powerful and interesting .
Hi all! Enjoyed everyone's shares though I did feel tad spiritually challenged. :]

Dear Chaitali,

its true. the experiences that have been shared in this thread are truly amazing. :)

love

dear Aachi,
its so nice u can see god in humans ....i used to always feel god is always like air ....omni present ...but sometimes we forget it..then there is a strong wind which carries us off and makes us realize its presence..

Dear Preethi,

Probably that's why we say "Winds of Change" :)

Dear Sangeeta

Intense and articulate! Much like an 'aha' moment of realization/awareness usually leaves one. Thank You for sharing the thought process, I'm sure many will relate to it as much as they will be inspired by your clarity.

dear Sangeeta,
a very nice written piece..

everything exists in u and u exist everywhere...

i feel a tinge of pain everytime i try to kill a cockroach in my apartment ..may be i am evolving ...

Dear Sangeeta,

That was absolutely wonderful to read... Enjoyed it thoroghly!

"the word ‘Bhagvaan’ itself is composed of the five elements. ‘Bh’ Bhoomi. ‘A’ Agni, ‘G’ Gagan, ‘V’ Vaayu, and ‘N’ Neer.” "

Beautiful! :-)

Dear Preethi,

lovely words.

the wind is always there. sometimes it makes its presence felt more

:)