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Bloom and glory never are too far behind; as long as I persevered I did find it round the corner.
18/21
The longer the winter, the deeper the roots dig for nourishment, the deeper they dig, the longer they sustain before they bloom, and bloom; can be even beyond our own wildest dream of full potential [because; winter always to spring ...right?!] The key I felt lay in the word belief.
16/21
The glory the Bodhi tree garden was all too evident now. The more pictures I made the more I felt the joy of enduring the winter of my life. All the following thought also came in as a by-product: How much did I take the winter as suffering and how much did I look at it as training and construction and time to dig deep?
13/21
Nothing is a coincidence. It all happens for a reason. As I collected my study material my friend while handing me over a small bookmark mentioned: every one’s gotten the same. It read Winter Always Turns To Spring. At that moment it dawned on me the glory, the Bodhi tree garden was exhibiting.
10/21
Determined not to give up, I braced the new day again with hope. With standing a brief drizzle the Bodhi tree garden greeted me again!
9/21
All though [as if] hoping against hope, I wanted to catch the lotus pond in its glory. I will confess disappointment did grip me while I was making this picture.
8/21
Ignorance is what I’ll term it now [anyways]. The bareness of the branches surprised me. Honestly, more than surprise I could sense a feeling of not being able to read the writing on the wall... I knew there was something I was missing.
I looked forward to sneaking in as many pictures as possible during the course of time. Little did I know what I was getting to?
4/21
After chasing some worthwhile sunset[s] I did manage to reach Delhi just in the nick of time. As if the nip in the Bombay air was preparing me to experience the fading winter. I myself had gone through a harsh winter, harsher still because I felt it in my heart, however life seems to be surging ahead now at a brisk pace ever since my last visit to the Bodhi tree garden, not so far ago.
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