You crowned me with floral petals. You are my dear son. But not a slave to sit at my door steps. On February 20, 2015 in Uncategorized. Your fate than you know. You know pretty well where your step takes you. On February 15, 2015 in Uncategorized. Not a blink of an eye.

Our inner hankering is for satisfaction, happiness, sweetness, love, beauty and mercy. Deity worship; not idol worship. Bhakti-yoga, the essence of life. Karma, Akarma, Vikarma. What if guru is not pure. How Sri Krishna embraces everyone.

A Unique blend of Words, Pictures and Thoughts. Every step filled with great intensity. Of feelings and emotions that flow. In a strange abrupt pushing to new low. Was this the fear of newness or change? Is this a battle to fight or experience to divulge? Conscience is warning against the steps. Strong emotions are pulling into weird trips.

Sometimes there are periods of silence, a heavy silence of the mind. Below is an entry I had started more than a month ago. Imagine the ground beneath in constant flux or just beams of light. Happens or try repeating the trikonasana. Actions while waiting in the kitchen.

The mind behind this aura. No, Not This Time! January 4, 2017. The feeling of newness, with an assurance of the. You start jotting down a list of nearly impossible lifestyle changes that are currently disguised as. How does the end o.

By Charan Jeet Singh Katwal. Tears are out when we go on mute,. Thinking of past what I did for my mates,. Another reason for being blessed,. Failures made me humble,. When life becomes a messy gamble,. Sometimes failures are more than gains,. No success is achieved without pains,. Happiness is what we can fake,. Tear is at chin,.

Imagine a scenario where everything in your life is going great guns and at the merciless hand of fate everything comes to a screeching halt. As though the great gun just turned around and shot at you. Thanks to Rashmi and Cletus. Thanks to Rashmi and Cletus. Dear Ladies, Please see this picture and see it again.

If you are an Indian and a Hindu then you must be familiar with the tradition called sumangalis. A sumangali is one whose husband is still alive. A lot of respect and a belief that these women possess spiritual force even after they are way gone. Amma wears it all the time and me for nombu and important functions.