When the rains come while one is in a dreadful waiting, the pain of separation increases. When the rain falls, the longing of the earth is appeased. Tulsidas has described the beautiful rains in ‘Ram Charit Manas’ thus: “The sound of the frogs calling, drao, drao, in all four directions, is sweet. As if students are reciting the Vedas! The trees are blossoming again like the light in a devotee’s heart. The fertile land is laden with fruit and crop, like a rich man’s property. The glow worms sparkle like a gang of rogues meeting at night.”
From ‘Nirakhne Gagan ma’ by Prof. Gunvant Shah
@ August 2000
- nirakhne gaganma – look at the sky!
// posted by Batul @ 12:36 PM June 23, 2006