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  • A few days after the Indian festival of Deepavali/Diwali, there is a festival called Tulsi pooja where the Tulsi plant is worshiped. When we were young, my Mom used to hide a few fire-crackers from Diwali at various places in our home. And when the festival of Tulsi came, she used to tell me and my brother that Lord Krishna has hidden a few gifts for us somewhere in our home and we've got to find it.

    We used to run around the entire house searching for it. And if we could not find anything, we used to run into our neighbour's house thinking "Maybe Krishna got confused!" Sometimes, I used to find more fire-crackers than my brother and other times, he used to find more. Nevertheless, the search brought us so much joy. And my Mom who used to distribute everything equally amongst us at all other times, never did so with these fire-crackers. She only used to tell the one who got less, "Try harder next year!"

    Those childhood experiences have always stayed with me & flash in front of my eyes every time I feel like I got less than what I deserve. Sometimes, for no reason, you get more than others and sometimes you don't. But it does not seem to dampen your spirits as long as you are still searching, still looking to find things that matter to you in life, to find things that make you happy. The moment we feel the search is over - that's when our heart grows heavy.

    There are always new things waiting to be found. Maybe we just need to look in places we haven't looked before.
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