Passing By Nature
Sunderlal Bahuguna, my father, is not with us. He breathed his final on the age of 94 on Might 21. I started to really feel his absence solely once I began receiving lots of of calls from well-wishers providing condolences. However his absence is simply bodily and insignificant. Manner again in 1996, whereas my father was sitting on his longest quick, 72 days, and his well being was deteriorating quick, the Dalai Lama had despatched a message telling him that loss of life is inevitable, nevertheless it ought to be pure—like a ripe fruit falling to the bottom from the tree. Consistent with my father’s innate spirit and nature, I think about his passing throughout a nationwide calamity a pure one.
Like a Commoner
Let me recall an incident in my father’s life to elucidate precisely what I imply. Way back, he was as soon as returning to his village in a bus when certainly one of its wheels all of a sudden got here off on a slender and muddy highway. The bus, filled with…