Wrinkles of Joy

Today was my 40th day of seva at Darbar Sahib.

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Thank you to the alarm clock that separated me from slumber.

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Thank you to the auto-rickshaw vala who dragged himself out of bed and took us to the Guru's door.

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Thank you to the sangat that came for seva to help me bucketeer and get my trousers wet.

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Thank you to the sevadar in charge who honoured Guru Darshan and me by allowing us to initiate the water-splashing to wash the Seat of Guru Ram Das.

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Thank you to the Raagis who sang divinely.

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Thank you to the beautiful souls who arranged flowers in front of the Guru.

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Thank you to the sevadar who handed out that blissful parshaad.

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Thank you to the Squidger who dried Box 28 on the parkarma so that I could sit there again.

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Thank you, Mataji, for your warm hug.

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Thank you, Guru Darshan, for sharing yet another day of seva with me. You are just as much a part of my seva as the buckets are :)

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If I live long enough to grow old, I will take comfort in knowing that my wrinkles are nothing but the lines of joy that have been engraved onto my face from the endless indulgent smiles of today.

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Thank you, Guru Ram Das.

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With love,

Hari Kiren