Change is the only constant, it is often said. But nothing in the world is as simple as a cliché. We must dig a bit deeper if we want to get closer to the truth. What kind of change are they talking about who speak of constant change? Is it only an outer change? Or… Continue reading Enough With the Clichés on Change
Those big, heavy wooden doors with big hinges and a heavy chain-clasp to shut them close. The dark hallway leading to the staircase made of some heavy stone, with no handrail but only the thick wall to hold on to as you slowly climb the high steps. Only when you get closer to the first… Continue reading Uncluttered Simplicity
With all that is going on around us in the world, does it even make sense to think about decorating your home, some may wonder. Well, why not? Perhaps it makes all the more sense to not only think about making our homes more beautiful and more comfortable, but actually doing it – without going… Continue reading Decorating in the Times of Corona
“…[love] exists by itself and its movement is free and independent of the objects in which and through which it manifests. It manifests wherever it finds a possibility for manifestation, wherever there is receptivity, wherever there is some opening for it. What you call love and think of as a personal or individual thing… Continue reading Simplicity and Eternity of Love (Guest Post by Dilip Kumar Roy)
She would recite, in a very soothing low voice, almost inaudible to others but her, one of her bhajans whenever she was cooking. Or she would be doing her regular japa as she worked in her simple kitchen in her modest home in the big city. Her food tasted heavenly, perhaps because of that. Everyone who ate even once… Continue reading Remembering Annapurna
I have this lovely, vibrant, colourful painting at my home. This water colour titled “Love Blooms” is done by my sister. It looks exquisite in a white simple frame, and comes with its pair titled “Samadhi.” The other day I was dusting in the room where these two paintings are, and as I reached… Continue reading Filmy Musings: Amar Prem (and a painting at home)
In my ongoing ‘decluttering’ journey, I have decided to clean my blog as well. I have started a process of sorting through old blogs and will be keeping only those pieces which speak something significant to me. There is a lot of stuff in this space that I am no longer able to connect with… Continue reading Unearthing the Path: A Photo-Essay
During the months of December 2018 and January 2019, we spent about 5 weeks getting several long-overdue renovation and repair projects completed around the home. The projects involved all sorts of works including masonry, carpentry, plumbing, electrical, and some basic landscape designing — pretty much everything. There still remains some major painting work, but that… Continue reading Four Lessons from Home Renovation
When you dig and dig some more to find out why something bothers you so much, it hurts. When you discover, or at least you think you have discovered, the real reason why something bothers you so much, it hurts. When you figure out that the real reason why something bothers you so much… Continue reading When it Hurts
“Attachment is egoism in love.” This is how Sri Aurobindo once defined attachment (The Synthesis of Yoga, CWSA, Vol. 23, p. 329). Perfect definition, if we deeply, seriously and sincerely think about it. Attachment, egoism and love — these three have an intimate connection. Let us start with the most immediate, the first circle… Continue reading Of Love, Egoism and Attachment
The Northeast Monsoon has been pouring out its gifts at the Bay of Bengal — sometimes a bit too excessively. On this day as the rain gods seem to be taking a bit of a break, I find myself recalling and reflecting on some lines from Savitri, which I happened to read last evening. … Continue reading Monsoon Musings
That moment, that morning everything was perfect. Just for a few moments, everything was right, just right, just perfect. Everything was in the right place, as it should be. Nothing was amiss, nothing was wrong. Can it be so? Can it all be perfect? That moment that morning it all was. I had gone out… Continue reading When Everything was Perfect
