In 2009, I was initiated into Raj Yoga meditation by senior Brahma Kumari, Sister Prakash, who was also in charge of the East Patel Nagar, Delhi centre. In her, I saw an elder sister, who had ready solutions for all my dilemmas – personal and professional.
My professional life kept me so busy that I kept postponing going to the centre. I learnt that Prakash didi had developed kidney infection after undergoing knee replacement surgery. When I met her, I winced at the huge cut in the middle of her throat, for the insertion of the dialysis tube. She seemed pale, but never once mentioned her disease, and asked me to continue with my ‘yog’ daily. I left promising her that I would try to come at least once a week to the centre but could not make it.
But when she passed away on August 24, 2013, I was filled with guilt. I felt lonely and lost as if my guiding angel has been snatched away from me. Is this not how we lead our lives? We postpone sharing our thoughts, loving gestures, catching up with our friends and relatives, or calling our loved ones to apologise, sometimes because of our hollow egos, and at other times out of laziness. But tomorrow with its ifs and buts is always unsure, for the person you love may not be there tomorrow. I sat there wondering, was I really that busy that I could not even spare half an hour? Will I be able to forgive myself? A gentle hand stroked my head, and I was consoled by BK Sister Rajshree, who had been with Prakash didi for the last 22 years. I realised that her loss was far more than mine. I embraced her, and she repeated what Prakash didi always said, ‘Bhawna behan, yog roz kiya karo.” ( Bhawna sister, do your meditation daily).
Bhawna Malik, New Delhi