The world is all of us if we do not collapse it will not“

                                                      -Gitanjali –

you all may be familiar with this name in many ways as there is a beautiful book in this name written by ravindra natha tagore  ,or  in   your on own ways but today I would  love to  tell you about a ‘ Gitanjali ’

Who has really conquered my heart even though she is no more in this world … many of you know her …

As she was a person to be known …. So here I begin

She was like a fairy …she found joy by helping others and so she was loved by all.

It is a big true that those people who are close to GOD will be called back to him very soon. And so Gitanjali was called back to him … she left us when she was 15 years as she was in the holds of a dread full disease – cancer “why GOD was so stingy while drawing her age line”?  This question arises in every ones mind who loved Gitanjali because she was a reason to smile and to live for many …

Even though she knew about her disease she didn’t blame GOD or cried thinking about her faith but, she tried to make others happy with the limited time allotted to her by the lord …..

Gitanjali was a good writer and a good artist. one day she drew a picture of a horse which was pulling a bulk of goods on it’s back , struggling to move and its face was tired and week as the goods where very much heavier for it to carry ……. She beautifully drew it ….. Seeing this mother came near her, she appreciated her for her creation …. Gitanjali thanked her mother and said “ ma it’s not  a picture of a horse   it’s me in it ” her mother without getting words to speak  just looked at her hiding all her pains …….

And soon on her 15^th  birthday without cutting her birthday cake with out wearing her new dress she left her home to the hospital as her condition was very much weak …. And lying in the hospital bed she made her last wishes do you know what it was?  The first wish was to donate her eye; the second one was to give her dresses to the poor children and the third to give her cycle to her dear cousin …… that was githanjali   ……..

After her death her mother found out many of her poems which she used to hide …. The poem mainly said about death, god, hope ……etc. her book is published which has been translated to many languages ….she is great...Really great 

If she was still alive ……..

we all are gifted with a beautiful life many promlems may arise in our life meet it with courage ....life is short .. make that short period a beaftiful one ....

here is some ways to make it

Life Is A Gift

Today before we think of saying an unkind word

Think of someone who can't speak.

Before we complain about the taste of our food

Think of someone who has nothing to eat.

Before we complain about our husband or wife

Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.

Today before we complain about life

Think of someone who went too early to heaven.

Before we complain about our children

Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.

Before we argue about our dirty house, someone didn't clean or

Sweep

Think of the people who are living in the streets.

Before whining about the distance we drive

Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.

And when we are tired and complain about our job

Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished

They had our job.

But before we think of pointing the finger or condemning

Another

Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer

To one maker.

And when depressing thoughts seem to get us down

Put a smile on our face and thank God we're alive and still around.

Life is a gift

Live it

Enjoy it

Celebrate it

EMBRACE IT

And fulfill it

Let The LORD & The LIGHT OF THE WORLD Bless You.............. .

chitra ........