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SYNCHRONICITY.

I never cease to marvel at the Master, who created the Sun moon and the stars__ the nakshatras _ each in it's own orbit__ without collision since eons of years! What force keeps them together, yet moves them in their own respective orbits?
What makes people to act at the same, exact moment when you do?
A favourite aunt I had used to live in Bombay in the seventies. From her balcony of her Malabar Hill apartment, she often pointed to ships seen sailing in the distance and enthralled her grandchildren with " ado paar. Mohan kappalile pohi konde irrupan."
We lost touch, they moved away to Baroda. I never again met my dear aunt.Suddenly one day, 40 years later, I got a phone call. I was totally taken aback!
A feeble voice said :
" Enna, Mohanaa?"
Eppàdi irukkai?"

I spoke briefly; the land-line telephone conversation was not very clear.
A few days later, I learnt that she had passed away peacefully on the tenth of the month.
She had phoned me on nineth of a month, 40 years after my last association. From Baroda _ I have never visited that place.
My phone number _ how did she find ?
How did it happen??

Some hapless passenger congratulates himself for managing a seat on a flight __ only to be among those who died in the plane crash.Why? How?

Eppadi irukkai?"

My mind has been tightly bound by the Pugri.
What then, can be on the mind?

How does the mind become 'cloaed'?
When it is rightly wrapped in a pugri!