Letter to Friends
December 2005.
We see around us enormous suffering and hardship.
Some caused by the caprices of nature. Tsunami, Katrina.
Some by the darker nature of man and woman. Unisex suicide bombings, Nine Eleven, Bali, the London subway tragedies.
Some from neglect by the affluent. In Paris, the burnings.In Darfur where slaughter and starvation are in a race to decimate and devour the human body.
In the middle east brother is pitted against brother with blind hatred seeking eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, blood for blood. Killings, counter killings, a response to a response met by even a bigger response. Mayhem spiraling upwards.
These have wreaked havoc with cataclysmic consequences for all.
Yet we must take leave of these sad tidings once a year to acknowledge our dear friends, near and afar, coast to coast and across continents.
We have grown old. Our children have grown. Our children have their own. When the few dots left are connected we would have come a full circle.
We thank the intelligent Design, Destiny, Darwin or Chance which ever one chooses, for having brought us together at some point in our lives.
We wish you all Happy Holidays, Good Health, a peaceful New Year and the resilence to meet head - on the challenges ahead.
Siva and Chandra.
December 2007.
" .. And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed"...Kahlil Gibran.
A joy that is shared is a joy made double.
Dear Friends:
In the kindergarten class, while playing cricket in the back garden with make-do wickets and bats, make believe football in the backstreets or by casual contact as to when or where we can scarce remember, our friendship born out of respect and affection has grown - in many cases for two score years and ten or more. It has over come the inertness that inures to time and distance.
Whether it is the work of the Intelligent Design, Providence, Karma, Maktub ( it is written ) or just the Celestial Gambler's irrational exuberant throw of the dice, we do not know. What we do know is we are thankful to the unknown for having brought us together and kept us close these many years. It has been rewarding. It has been worth it.
Salaams to Windows and Gates we continue to be just a mouse-click away.
The mother in Mitch Albom's " For One More Day " continues with the umblical sustenance of her grown up son with the words, " I love you every day."
We feel the same.
Happy Holidays to you all.
Siva and Chandra.
We see around us enormous suffering and hardship.
Some caused by the caprices of nature. Tsunami, Katrina.
Some by the darker nature of man and woman. Unisex suicide bombings, Nine Eleven, Bali, the London subway tragedies.
Some from neglect by the affluent. In Paris, the burnings.In Darfur where slaughter and starvation are in a race to decimate and devour the human body.
In the middle east brother is pitted against brother with blind hatred seeking eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, blood for blood. Killings, counter killings, a response to a response met by even a bigger response. Mayhem spiraling upwards.
These have wreaked havoc with cataclysmic consequences for all.
Yet we must take leave of these sad tidings once a year to acknowledge our dear friends, near and afar, coast to coast and across continents.
We have grown old. Our children have grown. Our children have their own. When the few dots left are connected we would have come a full circle.
We thank the intelligent Design, Destiny, Darwin or Chance which ever one chooses, for having brought us together at some point in our lives.
We wish you all Happy Holidays, Good Health, a peaceful New Year and the resilence to meet head - on the challenges ahead.
Siva and Chandra.
December 2007.
" .. And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed"...Kahlil Gibran.
A joy that is shared is a joy made double.
Dear Friends:
In the kindergarten class, while playing cricket in the back garden with make-do wickets and bats, make believe football in the backstreets or by casual contact as to when or where we can scarce remember, our friendship born out of respect and affection has grown - in many cases for two score years and ten or more. It has over come the inertness that inures to time and distance.
Whether it is the work of the Intelligent Design, Providence, Karma, Maktub ( it is written ) or just the Celestial Gambler's irrational exuberant throw of the dice, we do not know. What we do know is we are thankful to the unknown for having brought us together and kept us close these many years. It has been rewarding. It has been worth it.
Salaams to Windows and Gates we continue to be just a mouse-click away.
The mother in Mitch Albom's " For One More Day " continues with the umblical sustenance of her grown up son with the words, " I love you every day."
We feel the same.
Happy Holidays to you all.
Siva and Chandra.
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