Feeling elated. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR DM, NOIDA , for bringing such a prestigious medal home.  He has won a silver in Badminton in his category of Paralympics 2020, being held at Tokyo.

Posted his pic as my status on WhatsApp as well. ❤❤❤❤

Now writing here. Still feel like giving it an even bigger celebration 💞💞💞💞

Why is it that my heart feels closer to them🤔. By them I mean to say specially abled. And by that it means someone having any or some physical or mental less ability when compared to we so called normal bodied ones. 🙏

(I do wish to develop my writing abilities so as to give an even better expression to my thoughts). Anyways…

Is it due to my last lives’ connections?

Why I have a very deep and special bond with them.  And this is not a new development.  When in college hostel, at age 16, Asha was my favourite. I always used to  be a support to her whenever her polio ridden legs put any hindrance in day to day activities. Then during my office years, age 19 onwards, I used to record voice tapes of study lectures for my blind colleague, Basanti . She was doing B. A. then.  I had developed good friendship bonds with another blind Satya and two more colleagues. I even thought of learning brail so as to do some translation work for blinds. It didn’t materialise though.

Later when my heart started searching for a life partner,at age 21 to 23, I used to reply secretly to the matrimonial ads from persons with disability.  I clearly remember how I went to a blind boy’s home also, all by my self, to meet him and his family.  Honestly speaking, I was unable to take it further after being there for an hour or two.  Also I met a guy with polio leg, and again it did not click. Then I even went all the way to Agra, all by myself, through a matrimonial ad only. That boy was leading a wheel chair life since his birth, so to say.  I spent full one day with the family. Once back,  I disclosed my wish to marry a disabled (but very well educated and settled) person.  I remember vaguely that my brother had got very angry at this.  Somehow, all this didn’t materialise. 

Today I can clearly observe a pattern, a mental pattern.  Till date, now am 55, whenever I make plans to go out and help in a NGO, its always for disabled people.  Some of us are aware of IAMD, Solan, (Indian Association of Muscular Dystrophy ) having branches in Delhi and Chandigarh. Swamiji also have a very special place in his heart for the children of the centre. They are all leading a wheel chair life.

You know  I have taken on rent a small room for myself near IAMD, Solan centre and have paid one visit also.  Swamiji’s latest blog has motivated me enough and now I will surely be visiting the centre atleast once in  every 2-3 months. This is my soul’s calling.  I can’t suppress it any more under the ever present cloak of family responsibilities.

May Divine fulfill my dream of spending more and more time with them. I leave this to Universe to chalk out the further path for me, and what role IT wants to assign me.

Family’s wishes and blessings are solicited🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Jai Shri Hari 🌹

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