Is Prayer like Paracetamol??

Ahh!!! that pain in the head...pop in a paracetamol..Oouch that back pain is killing...pop in a paracetamol..I always wondered what makes paracetamol such a handy pain reliever and my answer eventually came to me when I  chose pharmacology to specialize..The "within minutes effect" that paracetamol imparts is incomparable to any of the new generation drugs, but can prayer be compared with paracetamol. Prayer, as we all perceive as closing our hands in deep veneration to the Supreme Soul and asking for the enumerable things we want in life, is a daily ritual and quite an age old tradition also..

We pray at several occasions, sometimes facing the idol we worship and many a times imagining just the face..We pray for all types of wishes , tiny to small to big to biggest..But can those prayers, if directed to heal an injured soul, retrieve its lost vigor and zest to sustain instantly.? I feel prayer does help to heal the excruciating pain, experienced after an emotional trauma, but the speed at which it will work depends on the depth with which it has been created. Like a continuous i.v infusion of morphine or a sustained release diclofenac, all being wonder drugs in their mode and course of action. 

All that, I always pray for is the well being of my loved ones.  May they stay healthy, hearty, and happy..More than happiness I pray God to protect their soul, which should in no case get injured in the hackles of life. I am sure, with my constant praying, one day, these prayers will work as an instant shield, to protect these souls from any kind of irreparable damage..May be that moment of time, I may very well realize that my prayer did work like a paracetamol.

My Dream

Sometimes, my eyes seem small to hold my dream. I sleep with eyes half closed to let my dream take me to a land where a valley of my thoughts dwells and passes through the valley, a brook of my imagination singing the gala of my emotions.....

In the Centennial edition of my life, I dedicate these words to myself
"The thought was not a sudden recollection, it was the acknowledgement of a continuous presence that needed no acknowledgement. His absence bound her to him more complete than his presence could enforce."
But presence gave her the content of soul she sought for always......

She waited.........

And One fine Morning, like the all new fresh breeze of spring, he arrived.

Facts were no more harsh than imaginations. The gospels of eternal love seemed nonetheless more meaningful than they usually are. She felt no more turbulences in her stormy life.

She attained the serenity her soul had always sought for, and her heart knew no reasons to deny the blissful solace life rendered upon her.

Love filled her life with the legacies of its journey, embellishing it every moment with cherishing experiences.

A journey came to an end, a new one then began....