December 2004
Another year comes to a close. And yet another year will be born. The first day of New Year is going to be no different from the last day of the bygone year. That is just an illusion, a line, a demarcation. Here this one ends. Here this one begins. Will the Sun be different that day? Or the moon? Or even the stars?
Life and Time is a continuum. That is the beauty of it all. One thing merges into another and takes new definitions or is it a phoenix arising from its own ashes? The New Year is perhaps the new bird born out of the last. But although it is the same amount of time as the last, it will be lived differently, in small ways and BIG. The anticipation and mystery of that which we do not know lures us. And the possibilities in which it could be lived.
Same is with creation. Each day somebody somewhere creates something. A pot, a painting, a piece of music, a poem, a novel, a baby!!! Each time something is created we think it’s the most beautiful, the ultimate, perhaps it is the best! There could never be better. . . But again the wonder happens; again and again something amazes us, astonishes us, and fills us with joy and enchantment. The possibilities never end. There are zillions. Imagine just seven notes and zillions of tunes in the world, mere twenty six letters of the Alphabet and what all they‘ve said combining them in different ways.
May the coming Year be full of surprising and wonderful possibilities for all. We are here with ours—a new issue of our magazine. Hope you enjoy it!
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and a Happy New Year!
With Love,
Manjit
Painting by Bhupinder Singh
