A handwritten letter by Shri Ajay Gupta

शारदा मौसी के पतिश्री अजय गुप्ता में एक अच्छे लेखक और कवि के गुण हैं..उन्होंने ऋचा के संबंध में अपने उद्गार बहुत ही साहित्यक अंदाज में व्यक्त किए हैं...

- Ajay Gupta (Husband of Sharda Mausi)

Our beloved Richa–‘A personality worth to be followed’

Richa is no more in this mortal world…this is, indeed, a mournful occurrence, but at the same time, it’s not a fact …she has now turned all-world-pervading… she is now ‘of the entire world’ i.e. beyond the limit of sensory world…away from the boundary of materialistic world…even far from extra-worldly wisdom…

She had the great hand of the most revered Sri Sri Ravi Shankar on her head…She dedicated her entire life spreading and materializing the great messages of Sir Sri Ravi Shankar. She adopted Narayan Seva. She took human body as transient and the soul eternal. That was the reason that the deteriorating health of her could never become a hurdle in the path she was moving on.

She superseded older people in wisdom and understanding. She explored the light of true knowledge from the darkness of ignorance…she found the meaning from the meaningless….she never gave up smiling in pain…she wiped tears from the eyes of those who were underprivileged and poverty stricken.  

Richa, indeed, was a virtuous person. The birth of her in our family is a matter of glory. The need of such virtuous soul is felt not only in this world but also in the paradise.   That was reason she left the world so early.

May she rest in peace and reach to the stage of Moksha as she deserves this.

The Saint Kabir has described rightly…

उठा बगूला प्रेम का तिनका उड़ा आकाश

तिनका तिनका से मिला तिनका तिनके के पास.

The desire of the love rose to sky…

And the fragile and frail like straw acquired heights of sky and mingled with another straw for ever…i.e. the ordinary person, who gets indulged in true divine love acquires immense strength to meet with the beloved one…here straw metaphors with the body and sky to the soul..

- Ajay Ji

Poetry written by Mami ji (Savita Goel)

लोग मिलते हैं हवाओं में, मंजिलें होती हैं अलग-अलग

फिर भी यादें रह जाती हैं, देखें न देखें काफी होती है एक झलक

कविता वो जो दिल में उतर जाए, कविता वो जो रूह को छू जाए

कविता वो जो आँखों को नम कर जाए,

सविता ने कविता लिखी है आशा करती हूँ कि आप सब को पसंद आ जाए ,

सबसे पहले मैं जीजाजी-दीदी से माफ़ी चाहूंगी  गर मेरी कविता में रिचा की खूबी का बखान छूट गया हो

कुछ दिल के भाव कुछ पलों के अनुभाव, कुछ कुछ उसका सरल स्वभाव कुछ उसका प्यारा बर्ताव

इन सबको शब्दों में पिरोने का प्रयास

वो है हमेशा हमारे पास , हर पल रहता है उसका एहसास

कि वो थी इंसान बहुत ही ख़ास

कि हवाओं में रहता है उसका आभास ,

मानते हैं बदल गया उसका निवास

पर हम सबको देखती रहती हैं, पूरा है मुझे विश्वास

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रिचा हमारी सबसे प्यारी,

बड़ी समझदार सबसे न्यारी,

चेहरा उसका सुन्दर फूल, खिले क्यारी क्यारी

घर की रौनक , उससे सजती फूलवारी ,

पहने जो भी वस्त्र, सादगी उसका जेवर,

कभी नहीं बोली ऊंचा, न दिखाए तेवर

सादगी की प्रतिभा, वो थी शालीनता की मूरत,

वो थी मेरी काजोल पाई उसके जैसी सूरत

छोटी थी पर थी वो बड़ी ज्ञानी,

आर्ट ऑफ़ लिविंग की थी वो ध्यानी

जो कोई आए भोजन खिलाए , ना सिर्फ पूछे पानी

दिल था बड़ा विशाल , वो थी बड़ी दानी

कभी न हुई मायुश , न कोई चेहरे पर शिकन

दिल था उसका जैसे पिघला हुआ मक्खन

न करी कभी उफ़ कितना हो दर्द

हिम्मत इतनी कि क्या झेलेगा कोई मर्द

मम्मी पापा की दुलारी, भी बहन की लाडली

भाभी सौम्या, भांजी धर्मिष्टा, के साथ रही जैसे सहेली

मेरे बच्चों की थी प्यारी बहन, न कभी भूली दूज न रक्षाबंधन

उसको कदर थी रिश्तों की , निभाने आते थे संबंध

हँसता हुआ चेहरा, आँखों में अनोखी चमक

उसके खिलते हुए चेहरे पर थी एक पावन दमक

कानों में झुमकी कड़ों की खनक

एक बार जो उसे देख ले, नहीं भूले एक झलक

आज वो नहीं हमारे बीच,

सोचकर दिल में गूंजती है चीख

पता नहीं उसके बिना कैसे कोई होगा ठीक

अपनी छोटी सी उम्र में हम सबको दे गई बहुत सीख

All what I am saying is from my heart.

It is difficult to stop once I start.

So all of you please bear with me,

I knew for sure she was too dear to me and thee.

34 years ago an angel was born.

In the deep blue sky, like a star shone.

She was most affectionate, loving and caring.

She was a homely child, always sharing.

Though she was the youngest, she was a leader.

She was smart, intelligent and a reader

Always doing her duties, hardworking forever.

She has taught us so much, it is up to us to remember.

How to endure pain, not to sigh or complain.

How to keep a smile on your face. how to sustain

was totally into Art of Living, did pooja, havan and meditation.

Would never miss out, whether she was at any station.

I have seen her since she was born.

There is a tear in my heart thinking that she has gone.

God give the family strength to endure the loss.

Though being the youngest she was the boss.

Always well dress would look beautiful

very elegant, simple and traditional,

undoubtedly confident Always bold not coy.

She had a million dollar smile which spelt of utmost joy.

She was very obedient, would exactly do what her mom wanted. But when it was her Dad he had to do what she dictated.

She was the darling of the Bagrodia household.

She always did the right thing without being told.

She respected values and maintain relations.

She had lot of ‘satsangs’ she was the one behind all preparations. There is so much that I can say.

There is a perpetual brainstorm of thoughts like stacks of hay.

I can see her here there and everywhere.

It seems she may just come out from anywhere.

Our families have had the most best of precious time.

Time has suddenly stopped, but memories shine.

Though we were miles apart.

There was always bonding from the heart.

- poetry written by Mami ji (Savita Goel)

Chapter has ended with the leaving of shambhavi

Today it feels like a " chapter coming to an end " 

A chapter of my family's journey with the art of living parts of Richa since nov 2014 that chapter has ended with the leaving of shambhavi 

living together with the art of living gang was a chapter

it closes now