When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Gets Going by Dr Ram Lakhan Prasad - HTML preview

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Foreword

 

After creating and publishing so many visual presentations, poems, articles and stories for the last two years, as my treasured and fond memories for My Pretty Lotus, My Saroj and my loving wife, I am still attached to her intently and wish to continue expressing my inherent feelings as a means of healing myself and my loneliness. This is one of the ways of celebrating her glories, fame, name and activities that she so proudly, powerfully and sincerely bestowed upon The Prasad Family for over half a century. 

 

In doing so, I feel I am still in complete harmony with her love and affection. This aspect of expressive creativity makes me closely attached to her and continues to celebrate all her wise words, aggregate actions, timely thoughts, cherished character and humble heart. She left us on Thursday 14th March, 2013 at 10.30 in the morning but her glorious deeds are still shining brightly in my eyes, heart and mind.

 

These are the additional fond memories I am celebrating and these make me continue living in the hope that I might meet her again some where and sometime in the future. Even if this hope of mine does not materialise I can live the rest of my life in the sincere belief that there are so many fond memories of her that I am able to cherish and treasure.

 

For ease of reading and understanding I have decided to use dual scripts of Roman Hindi as well as Devanagari for the readers of Hindustani laguage. Some words are very specific to my style of writing but when read in context they can convey the intended meaning and feelings.

 

When we decided to tell the medical team to take the life support out I had a silent audience with my Pretty Lotus and I kissed her to say a few specific words that I knew would release her soul to transmigrate and merge with the heavenly Super Soul. This was my last conversation with her and I would like it to remain a secret between my wife and I. After my indulgence her soul reached Nirvana leaving her body behind for us to cremate as she had dictated to us. We did exactly as she had asked us to do and we are proud to have been able to fulfil her last wishes.

 

As the time moves on so do my sorrow, loneliness and fond memories escalate but I wish to continue this creativity…

 

Ram Lakhan Prasad