Prasad

Voice : You feeling a bit disappointed ? 

Me : A little bit.  

Voice : Because you didn’t get prasad at that temple ? 

Me : Yes. I had wished from my heart for your prasad and so its more upsetting to come empty handed. You never fail to the call of my heart. Wanting the prasad was only an excuse. 

But, perhaps it was meant to be. The temple was filled with too many people anyway. I understand it can get hard with so many people in one place. 

Voice : Do you remember removing your footwear outside the temple ? 

Me : Yes 

Voice : Where did you keep them ?  

Me : With an old lady who was sitting outside the entrance of the temple. She was unusual. She cleaned the dirt from the soles of my shoes and handed them over to me and she couldn’t stop smiling …she wasn’t even accepting money !

Voice : Shoes carry impressions of the person wearing them. You saw her just as an old lady. It wasn’t just the soles of your shoes, but your soul that was being given a loving hand by Me. This was My prasad to you. 

My Love itself is a prasad. My Love is the candy in physical form. And I won’t run out of candies..but it can change its form. Are you conscious enough to spot My prasad every day ? 

   

All things that try to hold me in lockets, keychains, photo frames, statues or candies will fall short for the one who looks deeper to only find that your life itself is God's greatest gift. 

God's ever-flowing Love is a prasad that never leaves any lover empty-handed.