I see an un-ending
panorama of different forms of life before me. I feel an invisible thread,
which is responsible to keep harmony and compatibility among the worldly things
and people. When I look at the objects of nature, the sun, the moon and stars,
all are bound to follow a strict routine. The seasons throughout the
year set in and off automatically. The hot summer is followed by the wet and
suffocating rainy season. The fascinating beauty of spring and charming sights
of autumn come after each other without any human effort.
Similarly, people of
this world are in close co-operation with one another without wishing to do so.
I do not know whether they extend their helping hand for their own benefit or really
to help their fellow beings. I step out of my house daily and find rickshaws
waiting for me at the roadside. By the dawn, buses, wagons and school vans can
be seen running on the roads. Who does compel them to do so? The working class,
the travelers, the school going children hurry to catch their vehicle of
transport.