Reader Feedback on 12 Drops of Silence

Anita Nihalani is a yoga teacher in Assam. A Maths post graduate, she is also a prolific writer and poet. On reading 12 Drops of Silence she emailed me this response. I am grateful and elated, feeling somewhat of a trembling at her kind words — sharing the happiness with you.

Words were put in bold by Anita ji herself.


‘12 drops of Silence’ is a treasure to cherish, it is not a book that you read once. It is to be read again and again when ever mind is in peace or wants to be in peace. I read it in one sitting and was overwhelmed with so many emotions which can not be expressed in words.

A blob of love is a short and sweet poem. While reading it one can get the experience of meditation.

Article about trees is also very fresh and connects the reader with nature.

Reading about colours was an altogether different experience. Like white and black are two side of one coin, all opposite values are complimentary to each other.

Yes, maybe we are pollen grains, small and cute… waiting to bloom somewhere someday…

To be with nature is really a gift to ourselves, which we should give more often. The face painted with green grass and blue sky is very soothing.

Beauty is not to be seen it should be experienced. When we have steady mind, alert sight, beauty is everywhere. How nicely you have described the presence of beauty in everything around us, in the words and letters also.

They speak in silence is a beautiful poem, silence is the womb of this universe, trees grow in silence, rain comes making noise but snow falls in silence. To be able to feel this very silence is meditation.

The tree is my guru, is a thought provoking article. Trees are powerful, they come and go with same grace. They grow and dissolve in same spirit.

Yes if we can hear there is music in every breadth, there is music in the depth of our being…
“In the silence” is a marvellous picture. The blue-green sky studded with stars, Flowing stream and image of a woman in white, in the shadow of a green tree… is that you.

Infinite womb is also very inspiring and deep. The space is still and infinite, it is the origin of each and everything on this universe. One has to experience this to understand this amazing vast cosmos which is in and out of everything. Everything is happening in this space, nothing is good or bad. It is. This feeling is a great boon if one can feel even once.

Last article – Our Five friends the five elements is very knowledgeable. Fire, water, wind, earth and sky, they all are within us and without us. These elements make our physical body as well as our mental body. They are gross and also minute.

Reading this book is an experience in itself, I congratulate you for these precious pearls of knowledge. While reading I remembered Khalil Gibran. Your writing reminds me of him.


Anita ji writes mainly in Hindi. One of her poems was published on Kaavyaalaya recently. I highly recommend it. This page has links to all her blogs, each one a gem.

Other kind friends and strangers have also posted their feedback on 12 Drops of Silence, some on Amazon.in, some on Amazon.com.

Calling The Dark Night, on the City Diwali

Oh! Dear Night Sky
Moonless Black
Come back, come into my life
Hold me in your dense dark womb
Nourish me with your naked wisdom
My heart cries out for you today

My eyes are chained
to frenzied light
Ears drum with screams
of celebration
Oh! Night Sky embrace me now
in your Silence
that I may sink into you

I shall bring but just one lamp
of my heart
As my offering to you
May it join your many stars
Friends I have not seen for long
Friends who showed me
the vastness to which I belong

Now I’m cut away from land
And I’m cut away from you o Sky
In a “Flat” all dimensions
Have been squashed out
Dried powder of rituals remain
Yet your memory too remains

Kali come to me today
I no longer gasp with fear
At the thought of seeing your face
I have met you inside me
I have seen you inside out
I’ve partaken from your bowl
I seek your power once again
In the midst of frenzied lights,
blaring sounds,
that today, more so resound
Show your beauty that’s been forgotten
been forsaken

You shall prevail, that I know
More that we shall fail to see
the gift of the dark
it will not go
Now in you I rest this call
Come take me, once for all
The one you love, you know I do too.

~ vani murarka

anant aakaash garbh

ek jagah hai – jahaa(n) n Hindi hai n Angrezee – n shabd n akShar. dhvani kaa garbh hai ye. desh, sanskRti, dharm, vichaar ke pahale kaa anant aakaash garbh –

ek jagah hai – jahaa(n) n Hindi hai n Angrezee – n shabd n akShar. dhvani kaa garbh hai ye.

main vahaa(n) se aaee hoo(n). mujhe bhejaa gayaa hai – tumase milane. doot hoo(n) main. mujhe yah aadesh diyaa gayaa hai ki dhvani ke garbh ke viShay men tumhe bataaoo(n).

desh, sanskRti, dharm, vichaar ke pahale kaa anant aakaash garbh – jo kisee grah aur kisee lok ke us paar naheen hai – tumhaare samakSh hai. yah jo tumhaare saamane rakhaa hai, usake aNu men hai| vigyaan ke beej men hai.

jis aangan men tumhaare vichaar nirantar naachate rahate hain, jahaa(n) se vichaar utpann hote hain – vah aangan vah anant aakaash garbh hai. is kamare men jo rikt sthaan hai – dekho – jahaa(n) kuchh naheen hai – vahaa(n) hai vah anant aakaash garbh – yahaa(n) hai| aa jaa rahaa hai – sthir hai. bharaa hai.

is kamare men jo bhee hai – dekho – vah anant hai. har do aNu ke beech anant aakaash. har aNu ke bheetar anant aakaash| jitanaa bhee bheetar jaao, jaane ke lie chaaron or aangan aur phailataa jaaegaa.

tumhaare vakSh men, tumhaare mastiShk men, tumhaaree tvachaa men, anant aakaash. netr men, dRShTi paTal par ubharate har chitr men, anant aakaash. har chitr men vah anant beej, us anant beej se ubharataa har chitr.

oorjaa kaa garbh.

ek baḌee haanDee hai yah – yah sRShTi – jisakaa koee or chhor naheen – isee men sab kuchh umaḌataa ghumaḌataa rahataa hai.

aur isamen main hoo(n). us oorjaa kaa ek roop, ek abhivyakti. pyaaree. magar pyaaree yaa naheen yah sarvathaa asangat hai. bas hoo(n). oorjaa kaa ek utthaan jo oorjaa ke garbh men loT rahaa hai, aur oorjaa ke garbh men Dhal jaaegaa.

teraa man kShubdh hai kyonki vah aseemit honaa chaahataa hai magar bhinn bhinn seemaaon men grast hai. seemaaen jinhen tumane sach maan liyaa hai| aseem kaa ehasaas ho to kuchh kuchh aseem par vishvaas kee raah khulegee.

“aseem” yah koee devataa naheen, koee eeshvar naheen. isakee koee kahaaniyaa(n) naheen hain. yah n achchhaa hai n buraa. bas hai. tum n achchhe ho n bure. bas ho. yah jo ho rahaa hai – n achchhaa ho rahaa hai n buraa ho rahaa hai – bas ho rahaa hai. shreyas, preyas, uchit, anuchit, sahee, ghalat sab mithyaa hai. in shabdon kaa koee arth naheen. dharm, adharm – in shabdon kaa koee arth naheen hai. yah bas seemaa men baandhe rahane ko, seemaa men bandhe rahane ko, seemaa grast vichaar hain.

koee n tumhe prataaḌit kar rahaa hai, n tumhe daND de rahaa hai. jo bhee ho rahaa hai, bas ho rahaa hai. sadaa aakaar badalatee ek prakriyaa. prakriyaa ko dekho, vismay ke saath. yah dekhanaa, vigyaan kaa pratham charaN hai. yah vismay us anant aakaash kee anubhooti degaa. kaN bhar anubhooti jo hameshaa tumhaare man men rahegee.