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Hare Krishna,
Please accept my humble obeisance,
All glories to Srila Prabhupada,

January 17, 2017

Whenever I stand in front a window now, I evaluate my faith.

It rained quite heavily in my city last week. There was lighting, thunder and a constant jittering noise. I was safe. As I observed the ravenous facet of rain through my protective glass wall.

I woke up very late the day after I returned from Vrindavan. The battery of my alarm clock had worn out. Even though my body clock shook me from sleep, I continued to lie in the bed. A very thick layer of pollution rich water vapour had condensed on my bedroom window. It was impossible to estimate the position of the Sun and thereby judge the time. I wrapped my self in a blanket and walked up to the window. Wiping the glass with my hands I tried to de-fog my view, but in vain. That morning, I couldn’t make out the house in front of mine through the opaque glass wall.

This week has been somewhat better. My new office has a huge window overlooking a garden. The furniture in the office is very minimalist and it tends to get chilly inside. Therefore I chose a seat next to that window. I turn to the outside whenever it gets dark and gloomy inside. The warmth shining in through the window soothes the cracked skin of my right index finger. Often I see wonderful colours as the sun diagonally hits the glass wall.

Not long ago, I was driving my ultra modern luxury car on the expressway. The speedometer was somewhere in its loftier extremities. I do not remember the song that was playing in the background, but I am sure it must have been an instrumental by John Williams. As far as I could see there was no vehicle in front of me and I was beyond approach from the hind side. On the left hand side were several fields and the right side of the road belonged to a commercialised forest. Suddenly my car’s windshield shattered with a loud noise.I halted the car immediately, clueless about what had caused it. A closer look revealed a miniscule gravel pellet that was stuck right in the middle of the windshield. I sat there for a long time tracing concentric cracks of the fragile glass wall.