Today, this caravan of reflections wants to express its gratitude to those parts of this being which cross the curved and tortuous paths and elicit this symphony.
The first part:
The moment, at the age of eight or nine, when this physique had found itself weaker than the frame of a bird.
The second part:
The moment when ‘the mind’ turned so weak at the sight of unhappy moments of every other person that it fell into a deep abyss. That fall was in fact an invitation in the present direction.
The third part:
The moment when my intellect burnt with indignation, but never allowed me to take a wrong step.
The fourth part:
Those moments that made me gifts of shameless, nasty, and obscene allegations, but my ‘heart’ desisted from any reaction.
The fifth part:
The moment when my ‘mind’ took a step towards suicide.
The sixth part:
The moment when my ego got a slight touch of a ‘new’ Life and I pampered myself with the thought that I had become ‘blessed’.
At every moment, I had found every part of this ‘being’ only weak and feeble. Then out of the caravan of the present day reflections, a thought emerges and inquires:
Then who is powerful and strong?
Whatever be the depth of these thoughts and reflections, I am now in a position to assert ------