Happy To Be Born Again by Nita Bajoria

As she popped out, she was happy. Less warm but warm was nonetheless. The nurse clipped the umbilical cord, severing the nine month long tie. She felt a bit uneasy. But isn’t that the way he prepares us? Isn’t that our first lesson in life – to move up we might have to move out.

She was happy. Back again in this wonderful land of blues, reds and yellows, the white snow, the green plants, the conical hills, the ever flowing rivers, the dark clouds, the blue skies; all standing mute and waiting for us to listen to their experiences of life and grow rich.

But she will have to hurry. Within a few moments she would forget everything her masters had told her after her death. She must take herself through the episodes and milestones of her past life. She wanted to imbibe the synopsis so that she doesn’t goof up this time.

She gave out a big cry to pump up her lungs with fresh air. She wanted to smile the moment she was placed in her mother’s lap. She couldn’t. Only crying came naturally to her. But she was happy. There were so many things to be done. So many things had to be corrected. But the best part was that she will once again meet many of her dear ones from her last life. Some must have already arrived and many others on their way. Hopefully she will be able to identify them. They would be donning new appearances but the soul would be the same. And for that, she will have to recall with her inner eye. She will have to be very careful. She must keep herself attached to her inner soul.