Indian Religion · Personal reflections


  Yellow, her favourite colour,  Like the golden-light of her widest smile. Hiding just enough of that slightly-chipped tooth,  Exposed in a full-hearted-laugh, in a little while.  A white-and-sea-green dress, her favourite pearls,  A head-scarf covering where silvery-grey once shone They celebrated with her, her birth and life,  This day, last year, striving that pain… Continue reading Yellow

Fictional Jottings · Words of The Mother and Sri Aurobindo

The Remains of the Moment

Quietly they came and took him away.  What remains are the moments, moments before and after. The images, the words spoken and unspoken, that’s all that remains. That’s everything. Yet nothing but words. Does it only feel like or was it really yesterday?  She can no longer hide herself from the truth, she has to… Continue reading The Remains of the Moment

Inner View · Spiritual Significance of Flowers · Words of The Mother and Sri Aurobindo

That Fragrant Beauty

Click HERE for the blog’s previous version for readers’ comments. Smiling through the frame is an endearing and charming beauty, just like those fresh fragrant lilacs which always spread delight and joy. Smiling through the frame are clear and twinkling eyes, just like those tiny semi-open blossoms that will soon open and reveal their full… Continue reading That Fragrant Beauty