Profile of Parul

Author(s): Pratap J Tolia
Publisher: Vardhaman Bharati International Foundation

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Sharadagram is well-known for its educational, and quiet natural environment.
It was one fine morning. The Sun had not yet risen. The sweet tunes of the music of flute were filling the atmosphere of the whole complex of Sharadagram. We had got up usually and were busy in our morning duties. Little Parul used to get up late naturally. But that day she got up murmuring and singing with nice background of flute music that was going on. What she was singing was an entirely new Gujarati verse, which we had never heard or read. Perhaps the words were her own composition. She was
reciting:
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"This land is not mine My land is far away.. This land is not mine My land is beyond the trees and the river in the East, My land is in the shelter of Mount Girnar This land is not mine, this home is not mine My home is in the shelter of Mount Girnar.............."
Both of us, myself and my wife, were entirely astonished on listening these lines from the murmuring lips of Parul. We naturally thought that she has come out of a dream and was trying to repeat the same. But now this was something more than a dream, a vision, a concrete expression. There were reasons to believe this, since to all our queries she not only went on replying very clearly but also forcefully, exactly and as if she was visualising something before her eyes. She was confidentally telling us, "MaBapu, I am seeing my previous original land, my home, my parents. see I there in the East at the foothold of Mount Girnar, there are some caves and amidst the same just below the road, is a small beautiful home where my parents are staying........................ they are