One year, at the end of summer, when all the flowers had withered away, and the front lawns lay barren, God knows what my mother thought – she sprinkled both the lawns with the seeds of white chrysanthemums. She said they were resilient enough for the expected Indian monsoon.
I am not really sure if it was the right season, when are they in season, or any other details, but I remember waking up on a Sunday morning, a month later maybe, and walking out to a beautiful sheet of white flowers. That has remained one of my most beautiful memories.
I love flowers (in comparison to how everyone else hates ‘em).
I can immediately think of two songs which are so well written about flowers (Hindi: Phool), that you could actually smell a bouquet of your favorites when you listen to these …
To everyone I ever care enough for, I ask them to read even just a page of the Bhagwad Gita . . . Its like a mother's hand which will hold you through every-days!!!
In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the BhagavadGitain comparison with which our modern world and its literature seems puny.
Henry David Thoreau
When I read the Bhagavad-Gitaand reflect about how God created this universe everything else seems so superfluous.
Einstein
The marvel of the Bhagavad-Gitais its truly beautiful revelation of life's wisdom which enables philosophy to blossom into religion.
Herman Hesse
The Bhagavad-Gitais the most systematic statement of spiritual evolution of endowing value to mankind. TheGitais one of the clearest and most comprehensive summaries of the spiritual thoughts ever to have been made.