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PLANT YOUR OWN GARDEN AND DECORATE YOUR OWN SOUL

Remember to plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of always waiting for someone to bring you flowers. Because sometimes, the people you’re waiting for might never come. And even if they do, they might not bring the flowers you hoped for.

You can’t depend on others to make you feel special, seen, loved all the time. People have their own battles and their own lives, also sometimes, they forget to water your heart. That’s why it’s so important to take care of yourself first. Plant your dreams, water your peace, grow your happiness like a little garden inside you. Even if no one claps for you, clap for yourself. Even if no one notices your growth, be proud of it anyway.

Don’t wait for someone to tell you you’re beautiful, feel it in the way you treat yourself kindly. Don’t wait for someone to remind you of your worth, see it in the way you rise again after every fall. Decorating your soul means filling your life with things that bring you peace. It means spending time doing what you love, listening to your heart, being gentle with your mistakes and forgiving yourself.

One day, someone may come with flowers. But by then, your own garden will already be blooming. And that person won’t complete you, they’ll simply add to the beauty you already built for yourself. So love yourself like you always wanted to be loved. Care for your heart like it’s something precious. You are not meant to sit in silence, waiting for someone else to bring you happiness. You are the gardener. You are the artist. You are the soul. And you deserve to bloom forever. 💐

— Dorothea.

KARMA HAS NO MENU

A beautiful butterfly flew around the meadows and enjoyed its freedom and the wonderful world around her.

One day the snake noticed her and began chasing her to eat her. The butterfly ran all day, where it wasn't trying to hide, but the snake quickly and silently slid into the grass and kept coming to it, ready to devour it.

Finally, the beautiful butterfly got tired of the pursuit, saw that there was no way to escape from the vicious snake, and gave up. But in the last moment before its end, she turned to her and said:

- Can I ask you something before you eat me?

- It is not in my nature to give explanations - turned the snake away, - but, come on, let it go from me... Ask.

- Do you basically feed on butterflies?

- Nope.

- Have I done something bad to you?

- Nope.

- Then why do you want to destroy me?

– You just tease me with your beauty... And by the fact that you fly!

Moral Of The Story:

“That is the nature of toxic,evil people: first they pretend to be good in order to trap their target. They then fulfill all their demands, relentlessly torment innocent people, and still remain unsatisfied even after ruining their lives—until they finally destroy them completely.”

MARRIAGES ARE MADE IN HEAVEN

He told her he'd marry her when they were just kids. She laughed. Eighteen years later, he asked again—and this time, she said yes.

Gabriel García Márquez was 13 years old when he first saw Mercedes Barcha at a school dance in Colombia. She was nine, wearing a beautiful dress, and he was captivated.

In that bold way only teenagers can manage, he walked up and told her: "One day, I'm going to marry you."

Mercedes thought he was joking. Who takes a 13-year-old boy seriously?

But Gabriel—Gabo, as everyone called him—was dead serious.

For years, they stayed in touch but lived separate lives. He pursued journalism and writing. She built her own path. But he never forgot that promise.

When Gabo was 30, he showed up again. This time, he wasn't a boy making wild predictions. He was a man keeping a promise.

"I told you I'd marry you," he said.

In 1958, Mercedes Barcha became Mercedes García Márquez. They built a life together, had two sons—Rodrigo and Gonzalo—and faced everything that came next as partners.

What came next nearly broke them.

By the mid-1960s, Gabo had published several books, but he wasn't famous. He wasn't wealthy. He was a struggling writer with a family to support, haunted by a story he couldn't stop thinking about—an epic tale of a fictional town called Macondo, spanning generations, mixing reality with magic.

He called it "One Hundred Years of Solitude."

But to write it properly, he needed time. Not stolen hours between jobs—real, uninterrupted, focused time. So he made a decision that terrified Mercedes: he would quit everything else and write full-time.

They had almost no savings.

Gabo sold their car. The bills piled up. Creditors came calling. For 18 months, Mercedes stretched every peso, juggled debts, and kept the household running while Gabo disappeared into his manuscript every day.

Friends worried. Family questioned the decision. But Mercedes never wavered.

"Keep writing," she told him. "We'll figure out the rest."

Finally, in 1966, the manuscript was finished. Gabo emerged from his writing cave with a book he believed in—but they faced one final, almost comical obstacle:

They had no money to mail it to the publisher.

The manuscript was over 1,300 pages. The postage to Buenos Aires would cost about 120 pesos—money they simply didn't have.

So Mercedes did what she'd been doing for 18 months: she found a way. She pawned jewelry. She sold household items. Some stories say she even pawned her hairdryer—which, if true, meant something in 1960s Colombia where such things weren't cheap.

She gathered enough money to send the manuscript in two packages. They mailed it and waited, completely uncertain whether their gamble would pay off.

It did.

"One Hundred Years of Solitude" was published in 1967. It sold out its first printing in days. Within weeks, it was a sensation across Latin America. Within years, it was translated into dozens of languages and recognized as one of the greatest novels of the 20th century.

Gabo received awards, recognition, and finally financial security. In 1982, he won the Nobel Prize in Literature, becoming one of the most celebrated authors in the world.

But he never forgot who made it possible.

In interviews throughout his life, García Márquez credited Mercedes not just with supporting his career, but with being the foundation it was built on. She wasn't just the woman behind the great man—she was his partner, his first reader, his anchor when doubt crept in.

When someone once asked Mercedes what it was like being married to a Nobel Prize winner, she smiled and said something like: "I married him long before anyone gave him prizes."

She had believed in him when he was just a boy making promises. She believed in him when he had nothing but a wild story about a town that didn't exist. And she believed in him when believing meant pawning everything they owned to mail a manuscript into the unknown.

Gabriel García Márquez and Mercedes Barcha were married for 56 years, until his death in 2014. She passed away in 2020.

Their love story reminds us that behind every great achievement is often someone who believed first—someone who said "keep going" when quitting would have been easier, someone who sacrificed quietly while the world was watching someone else.

Success stories usually focus on the person who crossed the finish line. But rarely do they tell you about the person who helped them get there—who held things together, who made the impossible possible, who pawned the hairdryer so a manuscript could reach its destination.

Mercedes didn't write "One Hundred Years of Solitude."

But without her, the world might never have read it.

And maybe that's the real story worth telling: not just what we achieve, but who believed in us when we had nothing but a dream and a promise.

TODAY GOVATSA DWADASI

THE SACRED COW IN SANATHAN DHARMA: UNDERSTANDING ITS SYMBOLISM AND IMPORTANCE

By ASHWIN TRIKAMJEE.

THE cow occupies a very important place in Sanathan Dharma. The act of Gau Daan (gifting of a cow) is an ancient ritual which followers of Sanathan Dharma have been engaging in for centuries.

The word Gau commonly means cow. However, the word Gau also has other meanings.

Its other meanings are: source of food, symbol of life and senses. Our Sanathan scriptures abound with verses that emphasise the importance of the cow and Gau Daan.

In the Rig Veda, we are reminded that: “One who deprives others of milk by slaughtering cows, O King, if such a wrongdoer does not cease by other means, then you should not hesitate to cut off his head.”

In the Ramcharitmanas, we read that God appears in embodied form for the welfare of cows. The cow is an object of reverence and adoration. The cow is a surrogate mother. Science has declared that cow milk is the closest thing to a mother’s milk.

In the Mahabharata, Bhishma Pitamaha, as he lay on his bed of arrows at Kurukshetra, says: “The gift of a cow is truly regarded as a superior gift. Cows rescue the whole world from calamity by yielding milk. If one gives even one cow and a calf to an appropriate person at the right time, one is sure to see that cow approachs one in heaven in the form of a river of sacred water capable of granting the fruition of every wish.”

In Chapter 10 and Verse 28 of the Bhagavad Gita, Shri Krishna says that he is Kama Dhenu (a wish-yielding cow) amongst the cows. Non-violence and ahimsa, the primary basis of vegetarianism, have long been central to the religious traditions of Hindu Dharma.

Sivaya Subramuniyaswami (2008), in his book Dancing with Siva, says: “Hindus teach vegetarianism as a way to live with a minimum of hurt to other beings, for to consume meat, fish, fowl or eggs is to participate indirectly in acts of cruelty and violence against the animal kingdom.”

In the Mahabharata, for instance, the great warrior Bhishma explains to Yudhishtira that the meat of animals is like the flesh of one’s son and that the foolish person who eats meat must be considered the vilest of human beings.

In the ancient Rig Veda, we read: “O vegetable, be succulent, wholesome, strengthening; and thus, body, be fully grown.”

The Yajur Veda summarily dictates: “Do not injure the beings living on the earth, in the air and the water.”

The beautiful Thirukural, a widely read 2 000-year-old masterpiece of ethics, speaks of conscience: “When a person realises that meat is the butchered flesh of another creature, he must abstain from eating it.”

Hindu scriptures unambiguously support ahimsa, vegetarianism, and respect for cows.

TWO HEARTS

When two hearts are meant to meet, they recognize each other even in the chaos of life. 

In every look, every word, and every silence, find a connection that feels eternal. 

It’s as if the Universe itself whispered that some bonds are written in the stars and meant to be together no matter what.

Marilyn Rojas

Sometimes the Universe brings two souls together in the most beautiful unspoken way.

It's not about the distance, time or space between them, but an invisible chain that connects them on a deeper level.

When souls meet in divine alignment, their energy merges into a radiant field of love, light, and infinite possibility. 

True connection is not found in spoken words alone, but in the silent glow of shared presence, where hearts speak in vibrations 

beyond time and space.

AN ACT OF KINDNESS INSPIRES KINDNESS

A man often bought oranges from an old lady.After they were weighed, paid for and put in his bag, he would always pick one from his bag, peel it, put a segment in his mouth, complain it's sour and pass on the orange to the seller.

The old lady would put one segment in her mouth and retort, "why, it's sweet," but by then he was gone with his bag.His wife, always with him, asked, "the oranges are always sweet, then why this drama every time?"

He smiled, "the old mother sells sweet oranges but never eats them herself. This way I get her to eat one, without losing her money. That's all."

The vegetable seller next to the old lady, saw this everyday.

She chided, "every time this man fusses over your oranges, and I see that you always weigh a few extra for him. Why?"

The old lady smiled, "I know he does this to feed me an orange, only, he thinks I don't understand. I never weigh extra. His love tilts the scale slightly every time."

I am a big believer in acts of kindness, no matter how small.There's no shop that sells kindness, we must develop with in us.Although doctors can now successfully transplant Hearts, they can never transplant a kind loving and warm one.

Life's joys are in these sweet little gestures of love and respect for our fellow beings.O God, Grant us always the ability to show such amazing kindness and Gestures.Blessed are those whose hearts beats with loving kindness for other peoples sake, they are the jewels of creation and reflect god in their actions.

Kindness one of the greatest gifts that you can bestow upon another.If someone is in need lend them a helping hand.Do not wait for a "thank you". you don't do good things so that others watch and appreciate you, you do it because you believe in it. True kindness should never act with conditions, It is not a business, but It lies with in the act of giving with out the expectation of something in return It is contagious so pass it on.Let kindness inspires kindness.