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My day begins with a morning walk in the beautiful Veer Savarkar park at Akurdi in Pune. Each day the crowd varies but a few are regular for their walk like us with the same timings. They say walks or any form of exercise secretes Happy Hormones and serotonins which calm our agitated nerves and thus keep us focussed and peaceful throughout the day. Though the regulars never greet each other and there is no sign of recognition despite the fact that we have known many for years.  In the picturesque surroundings I look forward seeing a beautiful person ,a graceful old lady.This old lady who is very regular for her walks has captured my attention for days together.. While we are walking briskly calculating the calories burnt, the frail and feeble body of this lady is barely able to drag her a few steps . Clad in a clean voile sari ,her hair hanging loosely plaited on her shoulder ,with loose hard soled shoes the lady drags herself across the longest walking path greeting others with a Shri Ram or Radhe Shyam .Her smile and composure sets people to greet back and look into her serene face and smile back. All of a sudden the smile turns infectious spreading from person to person. Don't you feel we have forgotten this golden phenomena of bonding with each other.I hope we grow gracefully like this lady spreading the message of  peace and love unknowingly.

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