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MY LOVE FOR LIFE by Anjuu Kalhaan

 At times, I ponder questions that are mostly left unanswered...

I enter into deep thoughts that require introspection. Then I think about my life as a gift that has been showered upon me, and which has all the answers. All that is required is for me to love my life, in happiness and sadness, and to live it fully, in each and every activity that I do.

When I do this, I always feel that I am never alone, as the miracle of my life is always with me. I talk to my life and know the meaning of living and loving. These conversations have taught me a lot. Some of these lessons appear in the form of poems. Today I am sharing one with all of you.

My Love For Life

Life is a gift I was given
when I was born.

It came to me as if a dream:
Making me play when I was happy,
And cry when I was sad.

And by and by,
when I grew with it
Life came to me as my soul friend:
The only one who was with me, always!

In my waking hours,
and in my sleeping ones,  
Life came to me as beautiful gifts
that made me smile in my sadness
and cry in my happiness.

Oh life!
How could I ever be more thankful to you
for all you’ve showed me?

The person I am now
and the person I will become
is all because of you,
and always will be.

Anjuu Kalhaan: “I am yoga instructor from Delhi who lives her life practicing gratitude as I consider myself a spiritual person. I am thankful to God for having given me this wonderful opportunity to discover myself. I believe that whatever happens in this life is for a wonderful reason, and that life is filled with all kinds of golden opportunities God gives us. And so I love sharing my life with others! I believe this has made it more fun and magical. I am also mother to one son who is studying computer science in the US. Connect with me at

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  1. Wonderful soul, wonderful life. Many blessings to you dear sister. Love you always. Congrats ;-)

  2. Anju that was & Anjuu that is are 2 distinct personalities of you. I have seen you evolve as a true woman, spiritual yet loving & living life to its full. You have learnt the art of giving & your dedication towards your students is amazing. All that you do to make healthy lives of each one of us makes you that much adorable & a good human being. May God bless you, always.


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