Once Upon a 'Maidless' Morning

Once Upon a Maid less morning. - A painful but true story


I Woke up and rushed to the wash area as there was a sea of utensils and no maid since last two days. Without even brushing, I sat down to clean them. Mind you only removing the dirt with plain water. It took me an hour and a lot of effort to complete that. Then I walked proudly to the wash basin full of glass utensils. Washed them with some more effort especially on my back. Just then, God decided that he couldn't see my pain anymore and should bless me with some mercy and the door bell rang. To my relief, though temporary, it was the maid who left without notice. She had come to ask for money. Overwhelmed by the back pain, I used my brains, for a change, and asked her to do the work for today and that I will pay her then. So she did and that's when I could really brush my teeth and have a cup of tea. Now the search for another maid has begun now. Before it is too late, hope God continues his mercy and gets me someone permanently.

Having a house help has become one of the most essential aspect of one's life; especially for bachelors, and working women.

The Ultimate Truth of Life & Death

Death... the unsaid fear that haunts each of us even if we don't accept it.

None of us know how, when and where we too will succumb to it. But the closest I got to it was when I lost my mom recently. It has been tough ever since to accept her absence from our lives forever.
But something has happened inside me since then. Something I am still trying to understand and analyze.
I seem to be getting deeper and deeper within me.... further and further beyond what is visible. Questions coming to me every moment...

What are we after all, Mind, Body or Soul?
Where do we come from, where do we go?
What regulates all of this?

Accepting change is always difficult, but accepting the most painful one is the change that brings the absence of someone you love the most... that too forever. Yet I managed to look beyond the pain, with the able guidance of my mentor God Almighty, and begin to comprehend the reality of life.

Beautifully said in Bhagwad Gita and probably in our other religious books. That we are all here for a purpose. This body is mere a medium given to us to accomplish those goals and reach the purpose. Not the ones we chose along our path, but the one destiny God sent us for to reach.

Amidst all the pain, tears and sorrow of our loss, God Almighty, my favorite teacher, surely ensured he still taught me my lesson. Painting a clearer picture of my purpose in life dusting away the fog that kept it invisible for years and sparingly visible for some. The purpose I am here for, without fulfilling which my life will be a mere waste. Rest all I do will be only for survival and for completing my duties on the path of achieving my purpose, my ultimate goal.

I got clarity of my purpose in life. 

Have you found yours?