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Bhau beej...Sister-brother love!!!








So yesterday there was bhau beej and there was big gathering at my in-laws place. It was lots of fun but the scene that has frozen in my mind’s eye really needs to be expressed.

My father in law (77 years old) went to his sister who is 80 years. And then it was time to celebrate Bhaubeej.

Just as we reached their house, aatya as I call her, came in her lovely green sari with a blue border. She was trying to see and recognise who has come and then her face and body language changed when she saw her brother. As she walked towards us, she was losing her balance a bit but her happiness knew no bounds. I was so sure that she will come to her brother. But she greeted all of us and acknowledged our presence.

Lots of talks with all of us but when she spoke to her brother- the voice, the body language, the emotions and the feelings were different. She spoke to my father in law just as a mom would speak to her small baby. There was so much love flowing that even I could feel and sense the change in energy. It was so light and healing. They spoke of things that were not so important but the feelings were something that I felt blessed to witness and bathe in. And my father in law also spoke to her just as a child will speak to his mom.They were just mesmerised into each other. The world stood still for them....

And then it was time to light the diya. And aatya was finding it difficult to do and his brother helped her. It was such a beautiful scene of bonding and love. And then aatya took her finger ring and kept it in the pooja plate (don't know why) and she made small semi-circles on the right and the left side in front of his brother and started singing prayers of good health and peace and love for her younger brother. She was completely oblivious of people around and was just flowing into those prayers- her voice moving up and down like small waves in an ocean of love. I felt the prayers and my heart literally felt the change in the energy around. It was like a golden wave that came from the two of them and spread across the room. They connected heart to heart and strung all of us into that feeling. As I write this, I still feel the feeling and I felt as if I was transported to Harminder Sahib- because I feel this feeling of warm unconditional love only there. Still feeling it in each and every cell of my being....amazing sister brother love.... age no bar.... time no bar.... love never grows old.... it is just to be felt......

And then I saw a little baby girl in aatya. She was gifted a small pearl necklace which my mom-in-law picked up for her. She wore it and did a small little dance just as a small girl will do when she receives a chocolate or a candy. Feelings have no age and we can feel them anytime we want to even when you are old, you cannot walk, your hair have turned gray, eyesight has weakened, back is bent, balance over body is poor, ears do not listen as much as they used to BUT LOVE is always the same-time has no effect on this feeling. Time cannot touch the core essence of all of us which is Love.

And then it was time for her to give something to her brother.... and I was really shocked and pulled out of my blissful state to see a “Colgate” toothpaste given. My mind had so many questions which I parked onto one side. We bid farewell to aatya and then in the car- the first question I asked my mom-in-law was “Why Colgate?” and I was judgemental. And she said because Aatya used to work in Colgate and always used to give this return gift which she still continues.

And then my judgemental self was quiet and realised again about how feelings are important. Colgate was anchored with feelings which I didn’t know but it was important.....


Amazing role feelings have and the ones we have for our loved ones are like magic- healing, pure, pristine, therapeutic, unconditional -they touch our soul!!!

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