Nothing I say can explain to you divine love. Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.
Love is the scent with the lotus born. It is the silent choirs of petals singing winter’s harmony of uniform beauty. Love is the song of the soul, singing to God. It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets – sun and moonlit.
I wish to make a special appeal to mothers to take up the sacred responsibility of keeping the lamp of sangita (music) burning bright in their homes and to instill a love for good music in their children from a tender age.
A leader must be established in higher values, and be able to communicate her vision to the people. A leader must have impeccable character and be above reproach. She must be dedicated to the welfare of the people, not be driven by self-interest!
