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

"All Music is Only the Sound of His Laughter" · Personal reflections · Spiritual Significance of Flowers

The Voice that Quietens

For readers’ comments, click HERE for the blog’s previous version.   Sometimes all you want to do is stay. Quietly. Stay with the memories. Of that face, that smile, that voice, that presence. Because in that staying is where you find the presence alive and living. Memories make you relive the moments, again and again.… Continue reading The Voice that Quietens

Personal reflections · Reminders to self · Words of The Mother and Sri Aurobindo

Beads that Matter

A new post in the series – Reminders to self I discovered a beautiful article yesterday on my daily digest from Dailygood.org  Something about the piece stayed with me for a long time, including the title itself, Beauty and The Dumpster. I share below the last two paragraphs from the article, the essence of the… Continue reading Beads that Matter

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