Dear friends,
Unconditional Love in Exchange
Foreword
The importance of hard-work can’t be over-emphasized. It’s imperative to diligently struggle to make our living. Along the way, we could face countless obstacles, some daunting, some trivial! What matters the most, is our courage in surmounting them and not giving up our cherished desire of a comfortable and meaningful existence.
Sometimes we get more than what we bargained for; due to sheer luck or the blessing of destiny; at other times, we may even risk losing all that we have!
Honesty and virtue ably support those who strive for success. In the end, we could do well to remember what the sacred Bhagavad Gita propagates,
“Keep doing your duty, without expecting any rewards!”
When we do accomplish our goals, we must be grateful towards those who wittingly or unwittingly helped us in reaching that zenith of success. This acknowledgement of gratitude will always hold us in good stead as it will prove that we have our soul in the right place!
When we share our compassion and love with others in need; with a clear conscience and without any expectations, our Creator will lead us forth to our desired destiny.
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Excerpt from the story - Unconditional Love In Exchange
On Sunday, Surekha woke up early
and prepared the entire meal for her guests, with great care, and after
considering each one’s personal likes and dislikes. Supriya hated brinjals, Shrikant loved kheer.
Padma loved papads and Param
adored her pulav. Hence every week, it was a balancing act for
Surekha as she tried to juggle all their likes and dislikes and come up with
different menus. The outspoken Param
would tick her off saying “But we had this last Sunday too!” Padma would be
diplomatic. She wouldn’t say anything,
but wouldn’t touch food items that been ‘repeated’ that consecutive Sunday.
She had finished all her work, set the table with her finest cutlery and table-cloth, changed into a crisp, cream-colored cotton sari, combed her hair into a bun, and walked out into the porch to see whether her guests were arriving. She walked back and forth, touching the fronds of her green palms potted in huge containers, smelling the fragrance of her roses, and then sat down on the garden chair strategically placed in front of the gate, to look out for her visitors.
End of the excerpt
The copyright of this book is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
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