Whisper For Peace - THE LIGHTER SIDE

The Lighter Side | 1-3 February 2026

Thank you to all who joined us in exploring the lighter side of life as we recalled as well as created heartwarming moments that brought smiles and lifted our spirits.

Me trying from decades how to become more sensible...:)

KG teachers taught us three songs from one tune...🙄 teachers ne ek hi dhun ke teen teen gaane sikhaye, bahut he nainsafee hui hamare saath...:)

To all the overthinkers...:)

May all sick stray animals be healed and recovered.🙏 Even as we explore the lighter side, we don't miss the pain of others.

Life is all about beautiful memories. Some are made while some just happen.

Sharing some funny and heartwarming moments from my own life.

Mistaking a Woman for a Man

During my corporate days, I used to take the Virar ladies’ special from Churchgate. Just before it, a regular Virar train would arrive, and every day there was confusion.

Men would often board by mistake. Sometimes we’d politely tell them, “Yeh ladies special train hai.”

Back then, the Virar train crowd had its own unspoken order—fixed groups, designated spots, familiar faces. One day, my friend and I caught the ladies’ special. I noticed a man sitting by my usual window seat.

Politely, I informed him, “Yeh ladies special train hai.” I said it once, twice, thrice. He completely ignored me. I was baffled.

The more I insisted, the more he ignored me. I was flabbergasted. Finally, my friend gently nudged me on my elbow to be quiet. I didn’t understand—until she told me to sit down.

And then I realised it was a woman not a man. In that moment, I wanted the earth to swallow me up as I literally died of embarrassment. :)

The Kind Motormen

The motormen on the Virar locals gave us many sweet, funny moments. Some of them were incredibly kind. Sometimes, a motorman would hold the train until I reached my coach.

Another one stopped the train after it had already left Churchgate just so that I could climb in. The women’s first class is at the far end, so I’d keep walking, knowing the motorman was waiting for me.

But what he didn’t know was that I was actually waiting for the next train. When he finally realised I wasn’t boarding, he’d start the train—and I’d smile to myself. 😊

My Funny Dreams

Once, I dreamt of two Chinese babies laughing at me. In the dream, I kept telling them “Huan Chang”—which I later discovered means happy and jubilant.

Another night, when I was feeling deeply sad and low, I dreamt of two men making me laugh so hard that I had to clutch my stomach and beg them to stop. 😊

My Forgetting Habit

When I need answers I meditate or look for signs. On days when I feel lazy to do meditation, I take the easy route out. I make chits and write all the answers on them. I shuffle and see which one comes through. Later on, I place that chit in one of my books

Now here’s the best part. A day or two later, I completely forget what I wrote—and which book I placed it in. So, when I randomly pick up a book to read and a chit falls out, I feel excited like a small child, not knowing what message awaits me… even though I wrote it myself. All because I cannot remember. Silly me...😊

Grateful for all the light moments of my life.

Spiritual people are the most cracked up folks

There’s a misconception that spiritual people are serious and grim. On the contrary, they are often the most cracked-up folks you’ll ever meet. I find many people funny—including myself—and I laugh a lot. 😊

Whenever I see my house lizard passing by, I call out, "Lizooo, I saw you," My brother starts laughing. I fool with the pigeons when they make sounds to get my attention. The attention I enjoy most, though, is from babies and kids.

Once in Goa, on a bus, there was a chubby little baby boy—about nine or ten months old—sitting on his mother’s lap. I happened to be seated behind them.

He was literally my youngest admirer as he kept looking at me blushing, shyly hiding his face from me. I had never seen a blushing baby in my life. I was wearing a pink dress and a pretty pink hat. His mother turned around to see me wondering what hapened to her little boy. .

Another time, a toddler—about two or three years old—walking past in my colony suddenly stopped in his tracks, rooted to the ground, staring at me in all wonder. 😊

Even when I served as a catechist, I was deeply loved by my catechism children. Once, a mother confided in me that her little son had told her, “This Teacher is my dream girl.”

I know I carry a different light within me. In school, during march-past practice, if I made a mistake, the senior teaching us would scold at the other girl, but would avoid interacting with me. And that girl would tell him openly, "Julia is making mistakes, why are you scolding me?" Yet, he would not speak to me directly. 😊

In one of my offices, my boss would avoid looking into my eyes. I found it so funny. During Rose Day, one of my classmates came up to me and pleaded, "Just take this Rose,"

I told him, "Am sorry I don't have any roses to give you." But he was like, "It's ok, you just take it." 😊With his eyes lowered, all he wanted was for me to just accept his red rose, which was very sweet of him.

Whenever life feels dried up, I recall these sweet moments, and get the nourishment to move ahead in my journey.

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