Amma, all I can think of is how soon I will FINALLY be in Your arms. You will hold me in Your circle of love and wash away the weariness of all these months. You will whisper the magic of life to me and that will keep me going till I see You again. I will wait patiently as You enter the hall and without warning, the tears will flow. The tears that burn hot with the sadness of not having seen You for months. The tears that give away how weak I have been these past few months. The tears that reveal how much I have doubted You these many weeks. The tears that will show You just how much You mean to me. And while I sit somewhere and the emotions take over, a calm will descend over the hall as everyone will finally feel the peace. A peace that only Your presence can provide. Finally.
Om Amriteswariye namah!
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