🪷 The Parijatham That Opens Before the World Does - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

✨ A quiet story of flowers, scents, and the language of early morning devotion.

🌸 A Flower That Falls to Be Worshipped

In the stillness of early dawn — before even the birds finish their songs —
there lies a soft carpet of Parijatham flowers under the tree.
Not plucked. Not forced.
Fallen gently. Surrendered. Waiting.

We call it Parijatham, the sacred bloom beloved by Lord Krishna himself.
In English, some call it the Night-flowering Jasmine or Coral Jasmine,
but no name captures its soul — the way it perfumes a front yard without asking for attention.

As children, our mornings had a mission —
to gather these flowers from the soil, post-bath, before the sun turned them dry and shy.

And the rule was clear:

❗ You don’t pluck Parijatham.
You only receive what it offers you.

A flower that teaches devotion through patience.

🌿 A Quiet Ritual of Offering

No one told me how many blessings I would earn.
No one calculated karma points.
But every time I bent down to pick the soft orange-stemmed flower,
my heart felt anchored, like I had done something right that day.

We used to walk barefoot, still wrapped in the wetness of our morning bath,
collecting Parijathams with careful fingers…
and placing them one by one at the feet of Krishna’s idol in the puja room.

No chants.
No camera.
Just a scent,
a moment,
and a whisper of love.

🕊️ “Lord, this is for you. I waited. And I came.”

🌞 A Flower That Taught Me Discipline

Parijatham never waits.
She blooms at night, falls by morning at the first rays of sunlight, and disappears by sun.
She doesn’t give you second chances.

If you’re late, the moment is lost.
So you learn to wake up.
You learn to look out of the window before anything else.
You learn urgency without rush, and love without possession.

That tree taught me more than any school bell.
It told me:

“If something is sacred, show up for it.
Don’t demand.
Don’t force.
Just be present when it falls into your life.”

🪔 What It Means Now

Now, 30 years later…
when I see a Parijatham bloom outside my window,
the scent doesn’t just fill the air —
it fills me.

It brings back all the mornings I wanted to be good…
all the days I started with meaning…
and all the devotion that was so natural,
because it came with a flower.

🌼 A Bhuangan Thought to Carry:

“True offerings come from waiting, not taking.
What falls to your feet in grace is meant for the divine.”

If you ever feel scattered or disconnected,
maybe you don’t need a big ritual.
Maybe you just need to find your own Parijatham moment —
something that blooms quietly, falls gently, and brings you home to yourself.