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    A Withered Rose

    I returned to office on the morning of March 18th, 2019 after a week’s absence. Returning from where and what is reserved for entirely another blog post, sticking to the morning scene. The morning (at home I mean) began quite innocuously, with no clue what so ever of what might unfold later, as is so common with life. And for somebody like me, who is quite open to the unexpected and won’t usually be taken by surprise, this was.. Surprising, to say the least. Meeting an auto or a cab driver who has previously dropped me once or twice wouldn’t even have me bat an eyelid, forget feeling surprised. Perhaps,…

  • Inner Engineering Diaries

    Shambhavi Diaries – A Prelude

    What is Shambhavi? For the uninitiated (no pun intended) Shambhavi, or Shambhavi Mahamudra is a practice taught as part of the Inner Engineering program offered by Isha Foundation. Something about the practice calls me to write about my everyday experience of it, more like a personal memoir of how things were once upon a time in my life. To read, or not to read? This category of blog posts would only make sense to you if you are a practitioner of the same. I would strongly recommend that you read no further if you have not been part of the Inner engineering program, for three reasons: It would not be relevant to…

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    The Guilt Trip’s End

    It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. After the regular Sunday routine of preparing-for-the-week-ahead-rest-and-some-more-rest, Instagram beckoned, and I complied. Just out of curiosity, I had posted a question on my story, asking what people would look for in a self-help book, if they were to buy one. The answers I received were intriguing to say the least. Starting from this piece, I am addressing each one of those topics which they have written back to me in response, either in a context I can write from, or in the context asked, whichever applicable. One of the responses that came in, was “Guilt Free Parenting.”Now, since I am not a parent of a…

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    Perfect Imperfections

    Life is like the mountains. While the view from a distance is exhilarating, the climb can be treacherous! Then again, where is the fun if tea leaves when boiled, leave no residue to be filtered out? (An imperfect concoction, if you please!) Where is the fun if everything comes without effort, and if all of us were to be exactly alike- and perfect? What makes life beautiful is the tiny imperfections you know of your best friend (the way she wrinkles her nose when she wants something but cannot logically explain it!), it is the seemingly innocent words of a child that make your day (like how some seem to…