God's Own Handwriting

Once Again I looked at What that poor baby girl, NIVASTHI wrote, It really looked like GOD'S OWN HANDWRITING telling me something.

GOD's OWN HANDWRITING... At least to me...

It is all about how recently I got an answer from the Eternal Father on what I have to do, while I am so confused about the purpose of my birth and existence even after too much of sufferings.

Being subjected to betrayals by my fellow beings, desperate and deserted was I. Only after a year or so I started moving outside. After a long time seeing that I walk again, little at least,  my parents wanted to take me to temples which they believed could solve my problems and improve my health. Though I don't have much belief in it, I agreed to take up the tour last Saturday to temples in Kumbakonam, South India to satisfy my parents.

We visited temple after temple puzzling me why people are searching for God somewhere else. But it is an off topic discussion. With my quest and lots of burdens in my mind I visited the temples but will sit near the gates of the temple, sometimes beneath trees if available inside that temple compound.

This happened in one such situation. I remember the place Vaitheeswaran Kovil, a temple in Tamilnadu. I along with my parents entered the temple and I sat as usual beneath a tree. The main reason is I can walk only a little. Not too much. Physically and Mentally I was totally out of my control. Thinking so much about the fake world I was sitting with many questions boggling my mind. What is my purpose here in this world? Who are real people ? Questions passed on like this.

I always use to have a notebook with me to write my thoughts. That day too I had it with me. Having the notebook in my hand I slowly sat down under a tree. I started opening the notebook and all of a sudden a small, a very little girl of age 3 or 4 jumped in asking to give her the notebook. I remember her too pretty innocent face. I gave her the notebook and asked her "Can you write dear?"

Innocent Nivasthi and her mother. I didn't got
 chance to take a snap while she is writing.

She nodded in acceptance. I asked "what you will write", reaching her with my pen. She got hold of the pen and started writing something. A middle aged woman suddenly popped in saying something about her. I asked her where does she study. To my shock that lady said "No I am not that wealthy to educate my daughter. She is not studying. I am helpless and stay here in this temple for past six years as everybody in my family including my husband left me stranded. We both are alone here.Only God is there with us"

Puzzled with her words something knocked my mind as those were answers to some of my questions. I looked at what the tiny girl wrote on her paper.

Surprisingly no scribbles but it looked like a language to me neatly laid out above the lines.  Her mother asked me to get back the pen and notebook. I said "No, God is writing something in my notebook", that tiny little angel looked as if GOD himself disguised and writing something in my notebook.

That small girl asked me why I look so tired. I said I am not feeling good. Suddenly she jumped away and brought some Neem leaves and said "Don't worry.. eat this you will become okay"

Words are not flowing with ease. I felt it as a dream. The people I believed left me. Sometimes there is not even a question of "How are you?" even when I got so seriously sick and even about to die.

But a little baby girl, who don't know me at all, wanted to relieve my ailments. Her act though innocent was better enough to make me feel like feather and it filled my eyes with tears. Her mother, the lady looked almost like my mother for answering indirectly to my lot of questions in my mind one of which is peculiar. It went like "If God don't have any purpose he would not have sent you to this world. If you are in this world then it is for something"

A midst the conversation I asked that girl, "Would you like to study?", She readily said yes. I asked what you want to do after studying, innocently she replied "I will go to job".

Again did I felt God is speaking to me in some peculiar ways. That too in a temple where cosmic vibrations will be more. My Eternal Father speaks to me often in many different ways. This time in more relevant situation, when I questioned who are true people. I felt like he made me to realize that there are people who are really needy like this. People who cannot do things they wanted in life. Who knows one or other day this little girl can be a doctor. Her mother who lives in the temple and do cleaning and sweeping in service of devotees to the temple might do more services if she have the right position. Yes there are needy in thsi world. There are real needy who don't know the masks of fake human. No craze for money, No pornography influence, No hurry burrys, No Party Culture, No justification of Good and Bad. There is nothing beyond good for them.  People who wants to live life in its real awe. Beyond disabilities, mental, physical, monetary illnesses they have.

Are these the kind of people I am looking for? They need something which God presented to me.
Once Again I looked at What that poor baby girl, NIVASTHI wrote, It really looked like GOD'S OWN HANDWRITING telling me something.

Telling like "Many are awaiting like this. Do the needful to them" a thought which often changes my determination and ambition on life to spend with real people like this.


At the end of the conversation though I didn't had anything big to give, I teared the papers she wrote of the notebook and gave it to her. Her mother asked me to bless her. I don't know whether it is me to get that blessing or her. I touched her head and asked the almighty Father "Thanks for this day. Give this girl the utmost in her life. Give me something to do with real and true, innocent people like this"