Who am I ?
Counting stars without blinking eyes 1,2,3…in the sky by the roof of my house, one night I asked my grandmother: Daadi, there must be another planet in this sky like ours. Isn’t it?
Smiling my grandmother replied: there are many certainly. Then what is the address of our planet in this sky and what is my address in this infinite universe? Grandmother smiled again but replied nothing this time.
And one night I cried almost all night, clinging my mom very tight-No mom you can’t leave me alone. I can’t even think of living without you, I love you, when one of my friend told me, we all have to die someday so as to your parents.
I am sure as a kid we all had encountered such a new experiences for the first time, when we got bombarded with lots of mysterious, curious questions by our tiny, but very fresh and beautiful minds. And by the time as we get mature, we are acclimatized to ignore such questions by our family, school, society and friends.
But born and brought up in a family headed by a spiritual father, I always used to try to find my answers in father’s huge library as small kid and somehow kept alive these questions within successfully since early childhood.
Is it? Really, I am just a human body, which is made of 99.9999 % of empty space and governed through a 3 pound brain, with lots of anger, greed, hypocrisy…
