Language of Love

Ramana Maharishi, feeding a monkey.

One fine evening I was sitting in the balcony and sipping my coffee. I was gazing at lawn outside and enjoying the evening sun. I noticed a group of sparrows were chasing away a little squirrel. Initially I thought they were fighting. Actually, on closer observation, it appeared they were playing some sort of game like “Thottu pidichi”. I was filled with joy.

How are they playing that game? How do they talk to each other? Oh, I know. It is language of love that makes this communication possible. Every living being in this world understands when spoken from heart. In fact they speak and live harmoniously.