Why and Who
Who Are These People And Why Is It Me?
Who are these people Who come to my rescue Who make my life pleasant And pleasurable to live in? He came to teach me That I was an individual Somebody who was one My connection was not my definition at all! She came to teach me There were wolves in sheep’s clothing Even among women I better beware of them If I wanted to live my life in peace And then there was Substack The amount of people I’ve met Each one a library On their own! Astounding! Who are these people And why are they here for me? What sense do I make of them? And why me? I’ve heard one thing alone Which keeps coming back to me Time and again as I ask myself this And it says to me: The teacher arrives When the student is ready When I got ready to understand the world The Bible was introduced to me I mistook the religion for the teaching And then had to ask out of it Then Substack showed up out of nowhere And I wandered in like a child It’s still mesmerizing to me To say in the least with its magnitude Breadth and depth and length I mean! Then I was told it’s time to get out from here also And a teacher in Bhagavad Gita arrived I am looking forward to what he has in him To teach me and where it is going to lead me I am stunned! As if this was not enough There’s a job waiting for me on the horizon And perhaps if I am lucky Another college degree To understand what life is all about What’s important not just for me But for us all How it all makes sense for everybody To know what I do and what I learn from it personally and professionally There’s so much more to life And only a seeker finds it What are you seeking today? If you haven’t found it yet Then perhaps ask yourself— Am I ready for it just yet? When the student is ready The master arrives! Has your master arrived? What are you seeking in your life? Think about this! Peace ✌🏽
Shalini’s words feel like a quiet conversation with the soul tender, searching, and full of wonder. There’s something deeply human in the way she marvels at the people who’ve crossed her path, not as coincidences, but as gentle guides. Her journey isn’t linear; it’s a mosaic of lessons, heartbreaks, awakenings, and unexpected teachers. She writes with the vulnerability of someone who’s been cracked open by life and still chooses to stay curious. The question “Why me?” isn’t asked in despair, but in awe as if life itself whispered, “Because you’re ready.” It’s not just a reflection. It’s a soft, sacred unfolding.
Thank you Zahra