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This morning’s music lesson concluded with Raaga Bihag. This Raaga broke me open. Streams of unshed tears flowed. Stepping out into our garden, my heart was heavy, and tender, with motherly longing. When suddenly, something, someone timorous, tugged at my saree. It was our tiny rose bush. I observed how it’s frail buds, had blossomed, a little more than the previous morning. Instantaneously, my heart rejoiced, and I returned to the exquisiteness of the present moment!

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