Out of the most cardinal human chores, it is no mystery that eating remains one of those rudimentary purposes that clearly stand out. Primarily because of how it makes you feel, you know, when you put a morsel in your mouth, it’s the taste that
Lost boy! Lost boy!Where did you go?Your world seeks you,But you barely know. You went up the mountains,Didn’t tumble down,You liked it up there,Why’d you touch the ground? You raced through the meadowsAnd rolled on the grass,You sang new songsAway from the mass. You went
I am in awe of my mother. The way she has taken care of me during these difficult times is remarkable per se. To say that I have been one of those lucky ones who have been pampered throughout my life would be an understatement.
I guess what I really like about unhindered mornings is the very ability to ease into them. When there is no rush to go anywhere, no doctors to meet, no deadlines, no alarms bawling at you, and no food or meds to be taken at
Sadhguru wrote this one for the masses who wanted proper guidance in the areas of yoga. His videos circulating on the internet only managed to catch a gist of his preachings. Many asked him to consolidate said words into a book to facilitate easy reading.
कर्क तूने खुद बड़ा हो करमुझे इतना सा बना दिया | कितना गरम था यह मिज़ाज तूने नरम ही बना दिया | रातों की गायब नींद को तूने झट्ट से सुला दिया | जल्दी से बड़े होने की दौड़ कोतूने अपना ही बना लिया ?
The concept of the human body analogy against the cosmos has often bowled me over. The similarities are uncanny if you take a look at the way some nebulae imitate the appearance of a human eye. Finding the Helix nebula reaffirmed the semblance further as
इस तन्हाई की आदत डाल मुसाफ़िर, आगे तुझे अकेला ही चलना पड़ेगा,सफ़र अभी बहुत लम्बा है मुसाफ़िर, यूँ घुटने टेक देगा तो कैसे चलेगा? लोग तो बस राही थे मुसाफ़िर,पैदा तो तू अकेला ही हुआ था,रस्ते सब के अलग होते हैं मुसाफ़िर,तेरे रस्ते तुझे अकेला
Ruskin Bond was my childhood. I distinctly remember reading ‘A Face in the Dark’ when my interest in literature was still budding. On reading that account, I felt something change in me and then literature beckoned me in a way I was never beckoned before.
I can’t believe that a big chunk of my life was spent chasing convenience. There was always something nagging somewhere in the body. It is almost like I have lived through pain for the most part. What is worse is that I had accepted that,