Evening last, I had the opportunity to visit Sai Mandir in Chennai, a place known for tranquility and the immensely peaceful lush green locale that it is.
At about the same time, I was recollecting a picture I had seen earlier in the day on Boston Globe's Big Picture of two individuals in prayer, with folded hands, at the site of what used to once be their home before the devastating tsunami struck Japan, some three months ago.
Couldn't help but wonder how universal the sign of folded hands has become to denote prayer and eternal submission, and how closely united so many of us, across the world are, by merely engaging in such a characteristic display!
Truly, we are all conjoined as if in one big tapestry, for what is true to you is certainly true to me too!
At about the same time, I was recollecting a picture I had seen earlier in the day on Boston Globe's Big Picture of two individuals in prayer, with folded hands, at the site of what used to once be their home before the devastating tsunami struck Japan, some three months ago.
Couldn't help but wonder how universal the sign of folded hands has become to denote prayer and eternal submission, and how closely united so many of us, across the world are, by merely engaging in such a characteristic display!
Truly, we are all conjoined as if in one big tapestry, for what is true to you is certainly true to me too!
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