Let prayer be fire: admire, re-light, relate, regain.

Victor Hugo once observed that certain thoughts are prayers. There are certain moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees. Today, gentle reader, your blogger turned another year older. Today, I'm praying. Not asking, merely expressing a longing of the soul. Making candid demands of The One Above that I usually don't, when I pray. 

The following lines are from M. M. Kaye's "Far Pavilions". This is a prayer uttered by Ash as he looks at Door Khaima, the mountain peaks at a distance which give him solace and hope and heart's ease: 

"Oh Lord, forgive these sins that are due to my human limitations. 

Thou art everywhere, but I worship Thee here;  

Thou art without form, but I worship Thee in this form; 

Thou needest no praise, yet I offer Thee these prayers and salutations. 

Lord, forgive my sins that are due to my human limitations."

For Asha to have a safe journey free of worries. 

For Phil to recover her health completely. 


For Hannah, success in her interview.

For Prabha, heart's ease. 

For A, a visa. 

For Ranjani, the time to do the things she wants to. 

For Varsha to have intelligent and sensible people around her.

For Naheed, also a visa. 

For Rani, peace and good health. 

For Varun, success in all he does. 

For H, resolution and closure. 

For Chinu and Gunjan, success and peace.

For all my family and my friends whom I haven't named here: contentment, good health, joy and abundance.