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🎀 ರಕ್ಷಾಬಂಧನ: ಬಂಧನಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಹೆಚ್ಚು, ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ಹಾರ

ಇಂದು ರಕ್ಷಾಬಂಧನ. ಸಹೋದರ-ಸಹೋದರಿಯ ನಡುವಿನ ನಂಟುಗಳನ್ನು ಆಚರಿಸುವ ದಿನ. ಆದರೆ ಈ ಹಬ್ಬ ಕೇವಲ ರಾಖಿ ಕಟ್ಟುವ ಸಂಪ್ರದಾಯವಲ್ಲ — ಇದು ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ, ಭದ್ರತೆಯ, ಮತ್ತು ಸಂತೋಷದ ಸಂಕೇತ.

ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿಯೂ, ಈ ದಿನವು ವಿಶೇಷ. ರಾಖಿ ಕಟ್ಟುವ ಮೊದಲು, ಅಮ್ಮನ ಮಾತುಗಳು ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರತಿಧ್ವನಿಸುತ್ತವೆ:
"ಸಹೋದರನು ಸಹೋದರಿಯ ಭದ್ರತೆಗೆ ಬದ್ಧನಾಗಿರಬೇಕು. ಸಹೋದರಿಯು ಸಹೋದರನ ಸಂತೋಷಕ್ಕೆ ಪ್ರಾರ್ಥಿಸಬೇಕು."
ಈ ಮಾತುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಜೀವನದ ದಿಕ್ಕು ಇದೆ.

ಸಹೋದರ-ಸಹೋದರಿಯ ಸಂಬಂಧವು ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಆಟದಿಂದ ಆರಂಭವಾಗಿ, ಜೀವನದ ಸಂಕಷ್ಟಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಪರಸ್ಪರ ಬೆಂಬಲದ ರೂಪವನ್ನು ತಾಳುತ್ತದೆ. ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಕಿತ್ತಾಟ, ಒಮ್ಮೆ ನಗು, ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಅಳುವು — ಆದರೆ ಯಾವಾಗಲೂ ಒಟ್ಟಾಗಿ.


🌸 ರಕ್ಷಾ ಬಂಧನ – ಹೃದಯದ ಹಾರ 

A Thread of Heart

ರಾಖಿಯ ಹಾರವಲ್ಲ ಇದು,
This is not just a thread of Rakhi,
ಹೃದಯದ ಹಾರವಿದು.
It’s a garland woven from the heart.

ಒಮ್ಮೆ ನಗು, ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಅಳುವು,
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry,
ಆದರೂ ಒಟ್ಟಾಗಿ ನಡೆಯುವು.
But we always walk side by side.

ತಂಗಿಯ ಪ್ರಾರ್ಥನೆ ಮೌನದ ಮಂತ್ರ,
Sister’s silent prayer is a sacred chant,
ಅಣ್ಣನ ಭದ್ರತೆ ಬಲದ ಅಸ್ತ್ರ.
Brother’s promise is a shield so gallant.

ಅಮ್ಮನ ಮಾತು, ಅಪ್ಪನ ಆಶೀರ್ವಾದ,
Mother’s words, father’s blessing,
ಈ ಬಂಧನದ ಮೂಲಾಧಾರ.
Are the roots of this bond, ever pressing.

ಕಾಲ ಬದಲಾಗಬಹುದು, ದೂರ ಹೆಚ್ಚಬಹುದು,
Times may change, distances may grow,
ಆದರೂ ಈ ನಂಟು ಮರೆಯಲಾಗದು.
But this bond will never let go.

ಹೃದಯದ ತಂತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕಟ್ಟಿದ ಪ್ರೀತಿ,
Love tied in threads of the soul,
ಅದು ಜೀವದವರೆಗೆ ಉಳಿಯುವ ನಿತ್ಯಸ್ಮೃತಿ.
Is a memory eternal, making us whole.


ಇಂದು, ನಾನು ನನ್ನ ಸಹೋದರಿಯ ನೆನಪಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಪ್ರಾರ್ಥನೆ ಮಾಡುತ್ತೇನೆ:

"ನಿನ್ನ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಸಂತೋಷ ಹರಿದುಹೋಗಲಿ. ನಿನ್ನ ನಗು ನನ್ನ ಶಕ್ತಿ."
ಅವಳು ದೂರದಲ್ಲಿದ್ದರೂ, ಈ ಬಂಧನ ನಮ್ಮ ಹೃದಯಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಜೀವಂತವಾಗಿದೆ.

ನೀವು ಈ ರಕ್ಷಾಬಂಧನವನ್ನು ಹೇಗೆ ಆಚರಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದೀರಿ? ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯ ಕಥೆ ಏನು ಹೇಳುತ್ತದೆ?


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