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
“…[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
“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” ~ Rumi A crisp autumn morning. Somewhere on the planet Earth. The 21st century had just started five years back. She was standing… Continue reading Dance, Be Happy
Dear V, I am touched by the lovely card you sent me from across the seas. Thank you so much for your heart-felt words of love and gratitude. I am so happy that the work you started many years ago has finally come to its fruition. Your persistent effort and will to continue the work… Continue reading From the Teacher’s Desk
As the Northeast monsoon meets the Bay of Bengal, the rain gods have been showering upon us their bounty, sometimes a bit too excessively. But that’s life, the good and the bad often come together. Though at the time we can’t see the good in what appears as the bad. Or vice versa.… Continue reading Be Still, My Heart…
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
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
For readers’ comments, click HERE for the blog’s previous version. To read the first part of the story, click here. He had offered her a life of beauty, a life with nature, trees, flowers and butterflies. She had said yes, a big happy yes. That’s exactly what she had wanted too. But something changed.… Continue reading Priceless are the Moments….Part II
For readers’ comments, click HERE for the blog’s previous version. He knew he had to capture it. That sight. That moment. For his love. Dangling on the chain was that beauty he knew his love would love. A thin little branch, a chain of the big tree of life, and there it was dangling… Continue reading Priceless are the Moments…Part I
How I wished I had stayed. She needed me. No. I needed her. To be near her. To know her more; to know more of me through her. Why did I leave? Was it because of her suffering and helplessness? I left. She did too. I returned. She never will. She lives with me now.… Continue reading O Jaane Wale…
Source I have been away for months. Time now to face the empty home. Without her. Alone after half a century, with lifetime of memories. The walls, the rooms shall speak loudly of last year, of her battle with the disease and her going. Sadness, anxiety, pain, worry, fear… yes, all these but… Continue reading Slowly, with Time
Beauty Interprets, Expresses, Manifests the Eternal 