Letter to My Grandson
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Dec 6, 2011
Our troubles don’t last, they linger
for a while and vanish. We should
not entertain in memory and recall
them to savor the feel of self-pity.
When a man in sorrow is seen by
his dear ones he feels diminished.
If left alone, he gathers sufficient
strength to accept it with courage.
A contrived laughter is no gift to
those whom we love. It exercises
the muscles. A genuine laughter
gives joy to oneself and others.
Joy and grief follow each other.
Viewed as a cycle, they are seen
as inevitable. Darkness is not for
ever. Light comes to displace it .
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On Dec 6, 2011 kvakutty wrote :