Few days ago my grand son Advait, son of my second daughter, gave me the book "Autobiography of a Yogi" to read. I have been told by many that it is a good book; a Telugu version of this has been with my wife and she read it too. I didn't read it as I felt it was too big to read. But now after reading couple of books as big as this one, I was ready to read it. I'm finding it interesting.
As we all know saints and masters are shining examples of being givers. They want nothing for themselves as they have every thing they need. They are one with God and source all bliss and love. When we have love what else can be compared to it? In today's world love has lost its significance and people take pleasure only by indulging in materialistic wealth. This reminds me if thanksgiving, where they celebrate by giving each other gifts.
Thanksgiving is celebrated at the end of November. It is a special day devoted to giving thanks for the good things in life and have dinners with kith and kin. But whatever little bit I have understood here is that it all began with newly arrived people from Europe who landed in US and gave thanks to the native Americans for their help. Over the period of time Thanksgiving has come to be symbolized as giving thanks for anything in our lives for which we are grateful.