It happened one morning in Manipal that I was served breakfast by the universe. That morning still lives in me. I sat down on the floor with my glass of sattu, almonds and fruits ― and then this thought stream started ― Thank you Papa for buying this sattu again and again, thank you Mummy… Continue reading Served Breakfast By The Universe
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The Car Horn
Quite like a rod would physically penetrate the chest, the sound of the car horn penetrated me. It hurt. It hurts whenever I hear a piercing loud car horn. I am sitting on the terrace at home in a small town near Bangalore, called Udupi. The sound of traffic is constant almost all day long.… Continue reading The Car Horn
This Need Not Be
A guest post today – book excerpt from A Course In Miracles If you cannot hear the Voice for God, it is because you do not choose to listen. That you do listen to the voice of your ego is demonstrated by your attitudes, your feelings and your behavior. Yet this is what you want.… Continue reading This Need Not Be
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Full heart, Empty Hands
Full heart Empty handed. Cannot do Anything To melt away His pain… Live with this Reality. That’s all you can Offer him. Sit with him. Miles apart
The Snail and The Tortoise
After much deliberation, she decided which of the fancy paper clips I should have, and which she will keep for herself. So I got the snail, tortoise, airplane and duck, and my niece gave herself four other somethings. Seeing the snail and the tortoise sitting beside each other, this question popped up in my head.… Continue reading The Snail and The Tortoise
Ripe Tomatoes And The Mind
Make me a tomato not potato — that, I may ripen. Bulging with such juicy juice. This world is mean. It will bite, into you if you are a juicy fruit. Potato is a much safer proposition. I shall ripen in the mind. Juicy bodies people bite into like barbarians. I shall ripen in the… Continue reading Ripe Tomatoes And The Mind
How Tagore Bought Me Free Lunch In The Nilgiris
Just like Allahabad is the point of confluence of three rivers, (Ganga, Yamuna, and the chronically shy Saraswati), a small town in the Nilgiri mountain range is a confluence of three South Indian languages: Tamil, Malayalam, and Kannada. This town, though officially in Tamil Nadu, is right at the border of both Kerala and Karnataka.… Continue reading How Tagore Bought Me Free Lunch In The Nilgiris
A Morning In The Nilgiris
Here I am right at the edge of Mudumalai forest in the Gudalur Cosmopolitan Club infused with new energy and hope, recharged by the utterly pristine cool air, tweets of real birds, and abundant greenery. My hand is moving so smoothly and easily on paper, like it had never become sluggish and weak. My phone… Continue reading A Morning In The Nilgiris
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