A Chance Encounter Has Them Meeting Again Two Years Later
It was a rainy day in a north Indian village, near Patna in Bihar. I was passing through our village market, crowded as usual. A slight rain made the road very muddy and dirty. I saw some mangoes being sold at a cheaper price, so I bought three kilograms of ripe mangoes in a delicate plastic bag. After a few minutes along the crowded market road, my plastic bag broke and half of the mangoes fell on the road. Slowly the traffic came to a halt as I started collecting the fruits on the road. But as I put some back into the plastic container, another part of it broke and some more mangoes fell on the road, causing more embarrassment for me. It went on for two or three long minutes, as the traffic stood still. Then suddenly a young woman came and picked up the remaining mangoes from the road ... Read Full Story >>
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- Sep 8, 2016
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Listening Is Love
Listening is actually a color of the rainbow of love. The other day, a child came to me, deeply disturbed. I listened to him. As he poured out his story, he was restless. After a while, he felt a bit calmer.
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After that I asked him if there is anybody who, he thinks, loves him. After a pause he said "no". I looked into his eyes and communicated love, and I also said: "I love you".
Suddenly there was a flash on his face, a realignment of his body, and he got connected within. This was just twenty minutes of listening. When I listened to his story, as he came to the end, I was different, and he was different.
- Posted by piusthek
- May 1, 2017
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