As always dear friend, your comments add flavour to my writings, replete as they are with perennial words of wisdom flowing through your maturer self, thoughts seasoned in the light of your life's realizations. Your impeccable English embellishes my posts in the form of your luminous comments and renders whole what perhaps, my friend, would have otherwise been an exercise half-done, a labour lost in lonesomeness, a self-inspiration recoiling unto oneself bereft of the joy of the knowledge of communion with kindred spirits. Thank you ever, dear noble one, for being who you are, a towering strength, a power that derives its sustenance from the sublimity of the Self, the sufferance of the soul and the innate genius that attends the being that has blossomed to fullness and for whom the trials of life have matured understanding to a degree where the icy chill of untimely waste has freshened into a forest of flora with its riotous hues, a springtime of harvest shared by all. Dear Bhaskar, the cycle of life runs true for all, the Wheel of Karma none can elude, the Dharmachakra ever revolves as we wend our way Godward. Pain, suffering, misery, the three sisters visit us all but few, alas few, can read into what they say and so stand clear in the sunshine of life where it is an eternal day and the shadowy world recedes with its misty dark into nothingness. No small privilege, dear friend, to have you amongst us, a stellar being in the vast unknown, the far reaches of forgotten space, a beacon in the tempestuous ocean of life and an efflorescence, fair and fragrant, in the midst of our desert-heart. May God preserve you to carry on with your noble work, His mission which He has enshrined in you!
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