Ira stared at him in utter disbelief, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. Finally, she gathered herself and replied, “I have lost all purpose in life, since I lost my baby in a freak accident last month. I don’t know how to go on anymore.” The lama nodded. He seemed to understand her pain.
“Come with me,” he said and led her through a passageway next to the monastery to a huge courtyard behind it. A faint sound of children chanting wafted through the air and tickled Ira’s senses. She was engulfed in a calm that had eluded her all this while. The lama calmly led her to a gigantic wooden red door, knocked gently on it, and pushed the door open.
“This is our little school. Children come here to study Buddhist tenets every day. Why don’t you teach them to speak English, to start with?” he asked. Without much ado, Ira had readily agreed. The decision would change her life for the better.
Three years hence, Ira had started her own pre-school in a picturesque cottage in the hilly town. The neighbourhood revered Ira Ma’am and saluted her spirit and resilience. Ira had found her purpose in life and peace in the cherubic smiles of the angelic kids and in their melodious daily greetings.
Shaji Zacharia
May 9, 2020 at 12:40 pma wonderful piece of inspiration…………Yes. there is a reason for things to happen in this universe.
Soulveda
May 11, 2020 at 3:48 pmThank you, Shaji.