A bundle of nerves and a bunch of trees

I'm totally with folks who often refer to themselves as being 'a bundle of nerves'.

Currently, I am just that. One painful heat boil rubbing against cloth is all that it takes for my nerves to bundle up and shriek!

No matter, I can soon put it all past me. Even as I 'Jai Gurudev'd' my way to the medicine cabinet in search of some ointment, the boil broke and that soothed the skin quite a bit. I thanked all the Gods lined up in my Puja room for the relief rendered.

Gratitude is a balm that works quite well among human beings with wounds, abrasions, cuts, burns, boils and a fermenting attitude as well. I tend to show gratitude by putting my hands up in the air and looking skyward in search of a God who's probably wearing Prada. Or some equivalent brand available out there.

This gratitude continued as I drove to the office the day after that boil'ing Apocalypse. I glanced at the trees laden with purple blossoms and marveled at the beauty around, which kind of offset the thick smoke-filled air.

The branches were sinewy and brimming with flowers in varying hues- purple, mauve, yellow. The colors may have been different, but all the branches had but one characteristic.

Like outstretched hands, the branches pointed Upwards, swaying gently to the occasional breeze. Despite facing the menacing axe poised to cut and kill, these gentle branches only looked Upward in constant Gratitude.

And here I was fretting over a boil.