What brings you here...

It is the blooming season of the prettiest looking species of flowers, Bougainvilleas. And all I see around in the streets of Bhopal is, these beautifully laden species swinging joyfully, identifying with all the pretty pastels.

The other day I was thinking, if not by name and profession, wouldn't it be amusing if we all identify ourselves with what we feel? Okay, pause, and just take a moment to reflect on how you are feeling right now.

For instance, I am feeling so content right now writing a few of my first posts to publish on my site. So I identify with the notion of self-satisfaction. Similarly, if you feel remorse, you could identify with being in a state of unhappiness; If you feel tired, you are in the state of being easily irritated; And if you feel joy, you are in your most carefree spirit.

So what do we draw from here? That, one feeling actually connects with the other! Isn't that really amusing! Everything in this universe surprisingly connects to one another in the most bizarre way!

On that note, do you ever wonder what actually bougainvillea's connects to? The symbolic representation could be different but the majority of people believe it stands for a sign of welcoming visitors and beauty.

Nature welcomes everybody with the same spirit, it doesn't differentiate people based on geographical boundaries and other distinctions. In case you happen to visit Bhopal, this spring season knows that these lovely streets were adorned to welcome you.

Some of the feelings I have articulated here aren't based on experience. The idea struck me and it now is presented on the screen before you. You can also say, that my insight told me to communicate something to you and as I described in my intro blog, its purpose will be fulfilled when it reaches the right set of eyes here.

Knowingly, unknowingly whatever brought you here, has a purpose. As one of my favorite bloggers Shakti Shetty describes, "The light in me, recognizes the light in you! " You could have been doing anything else right now, but instead you choose to be here. Reading my blog. Connecting with my thoughts. That, who knows is presented and curated, exclusively just for you!!

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