Kathmandu, Nepal, "Lovely friend of this world Kamala," my friend Sunita sent me these words by email. "Whenever you allow yourself to feel the extreme of love and the extreme of peace, pain and sorrow will be wiped out. My words will provide you a place as the morning breeze does. This is the foundation of love and peace."
This part of the long email sent by Sunita suddenly increased the beatings of my heart. I wonder how it is that love sent through an email can play such a sensitive role in my life.
"One can live in a loving atmosphere." This is a lesson that I learned from Sunita.
I too started to send her my feelings via email. "When I feel love for small children, older people, poor people, that moment becomes the most important moment imaginable. The imagination recalls; so sweet a recollection I never expected. I am certain that people are lovely, like the touch of poem – it seems as if our love could be permanent and unbelievable."
A cool breeze is blowing and I can see the long river outside. It has become my duty to look out at this lively river.
“What I am feeling now is that our way of thinking, assumptions and lifestyle are similar. I believe in deep friendship, which I think must be delicate as well. I am fond of flowers. I love children. I want peace, only peace."
In the early morning, I passed on this message to my friend Sunita through the telephone. I am not sure whether she heard the word flower or not, but what is a comfort to me is that she seems as delicate as me; perhaps she is a good student and a poet. I can feel her delicacy in her voice.
Although she speaks well and clearly into the phone, it feels as though we are on opposite sides of this earth. Probably, we will never meet or see one another. The result of this probability could be positive or negative. No one can say.
And now, yet again, I watch the people walking on the road while I sit on the bench outside of my home. Like the people, I am also busy.
My school friend had invited me on a trip to visit Washington, DC, with her, for a holiday. I had replied civilly, "Thank you! But I am so busy that I don't even have time to think for myself. Maybe I'll be unable to maintain our friendship for awhile. We are both are so busy and don't have leisure time to spend. It is better to keep our lives separate." She became quite sad and went off without notice. I suddenly felt uneasy and sought the refuge of my apartment.
Turning back to the computer, I see another email from Sunita, asking me to send her my photo. Her email makes me forget myself.
I begin yet another email response. "The sky and heart should be unified. We are to live for our future and the plans that we imagine. I love you, I love children, I love older people, I love poor people. But I can't express enough love into a phone. Our friendship began and developed through email and phone. Our love may or may not bring us together, but what is certain is that it will live a long time, like a story or poem.
"In case we fail to meet, we must continue our love for children and women. Love is far more important. The body decays – but love endures. If we accept this principle, we will be one step forward in the field of love and we can dedicate ourselves for the immortality of love and peace."