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
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.
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
It’s a bizarre state where I find myself today. A rare shape of disquietude persists. Now that I think of it, it has been with me ever since I have been in this trance, like a zombie walking through chaos, doing everything that was being
I kickstarted my lulled journey after almost three months of a difficult hiatus. The world feels different now. Not that because it has changed. It feels different coz I have. The window with which I used to witness the world has suddenly become a lot
After wading through countless topics related to every living being’s inherent ability to self-heal through Yoga, I have finally decided to give in to the process. The process as an ‘Acharya’ states is called ‘Reversal’. Imagine you are a person void of technology, holed up
लोगों का क्या है,लोग तो भखेड़ों की बस्ती से निकल पड़ते हैं सब सामान बटोरे पर मैं, मैं तो वहीँ रह जाता हूँ महीनो किराया दे वहीँ बस जाता हूँ दुर्घटना स्थल के चक्कर लगाताबार बार दोहराता जो चीज़ें हलक पर रुक गयी थी सब
I often find myself being riled up by a constant foreboding owing to my recent severe headaches. I remember the day I was hit by it. I was working on my computer, been staring at the screen for a long time, for I code, which
मैं भी कभी कभी लिख लेता हूँ,जलता हूँ अक्सरउन लोगों सेजो कितनी आसानी से अपनी बात कह देते हैं,जो दिल में होता है उसे तुरंत ही रख देते हैं |कैसे?कैसे ज़िन्दगी इतनी सहल कर रखी है भला?क्यों नहीं कभी भरता तुम्हारी सोच का घड़ा?वह क्या
There is a villain in my house, He has murdered conscience And hid its body in the attic. He steals right under my nose, Honest money and truthful notes, And saves malice for those Who try to race him to the finish line. He eats