Inner View · Personal reflections · Words of The Mother and Sri Aurobindo

Musings on Peace, Harmony and the Art of Spaces

The other day I was working at my desk, fully absorbed in reading a big document on my laptop, highlighting some points, trying to make sense of others, when I suddenly looked up. And this is the view I saw from the window by which my desk is placed.   A view from the window… Continue reading Musings on Peace, Harmony and the Art of Spaces

Beauty · Guest Post · Inner View · Spiritual Significance of Flowers

Flowers, Home, Saris and More

For readers’ comments, click HERE for the blog’s previous version.   She definitely has a way with words. Regular readers of Dagny know what an inspiring and inspired writer she is. But there is also another side to the nature of her inspiration which I have recently experienced. Her words have the ability to quieten me… Continue reading Flowers, Home, Saris and More

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एक दिन ऐसा भी…A Day Like This

Photo by Monica Denevan, Source कभी कभी जब घर बाहर सब बेतरतीब सा बिखरा-बिखरा हो, दिल-ओ-दिमाग भी कुछ विचलित सा हो, मन किसी काम में न लग पाए, और तब एक ऐसी कविता आप के सामने आ जाए तो शुक्रगुज़ारी का एक बहुत प्यारा एहसास होता है। आज कुछ ऐसा ही दिन है। बाकी बात… Continue reading एक दिन ऐसा भी…A Day Like This

Current Events · Fictional Jottings · Mother India · Words of The Mother and Sri Aurobindo

Current Events 6: ‘Ghar Wapsi’, the Homecoming

To read readers’ comments on this post, click here to visit the earlier version of this blog. Ten years ago, my mother died with an unfulfilled dream in her eyes. Dream of seeing her home for one last time, home that she and my father had built saving each and every penny they could manage, home… Continue reading Current Events 6: ‘Ghar Wapsi’, the Homecoming

Inner View · Spirituality beyond Religion · Words of The Mother and Sri Aurobindo

Cook Pray Love: A Remembrance

 A new post in the series – When a Picture Leads She would recite, in a very soothing low voice, almost inaudible, 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 city. Her food tasted heavenly, perhaps… Continue reading Cook Pray Love: A Remembrance