When the pressures of life get too much for the body to bear, it seems that the system is poisoning and earthly existence becomes an excruciating affair that is better rid than borne any more. In such a moment of extreme distress comes the memory of the ever-loving Lord and life is freshened with hope and joy and the longing to seek a new day when the dewdrop will reflect stellar beams once more to bring back boyhood dreams of a fragrant future. Once more the autumn breeze will carry the tidings of the southern sea, once more the springtime buds shall burst into bloom, once more the monsoon current shall inundate the banks of one's being till love and light and life become one. My friend, for such an hour of fulfilment bear the present predicament so that the moment ripens into fullness and the bars that bind give way unto freedom perennial.
Written by Sugata Bose
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