Little Fashion Tips

These days, everyone including youngsters follows new fashion trends across the world. They love to look for the latest styles that are available to them, no matter what they are, or whether they can carry them well. Everyone keeps running to buy what people say to them about fashion and they do not think once…

Is Living an Art or Science?

We hear more often the terms like the art of living, spiritual living, living for the present, purposeful living, and so many other terms attached to living. So the question arises as to what is living? All of us live, with or without the above terms. Adding some adjectives to life does not mean that…

Story of a Woman

Those scintillating eyes and the powerful aura- she reminded me of no one, she was completely her own, distinctive self. Nothing was more beautiful than the way she carried herself around, as the strongest I had ever known. She was not always so proud of herself, but the beauty lies in her story- the story…

Being a Human

A human being is a part of the whole, called by us the “Universe”, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our…

Worldmaker

The world is filled with possibilities. It was made that way. You live and move and have your being in a special state of open-endedness. Like most freedoms, your choices are hedged in by parameters set outside of you, but creativity and self-expression can grow strong and beautiful on the trellis, that is our universe….

Awakening Spirituality

What is yours and what is mine? When everything is our perception fine! We think certain things belong to us, worst, we believe some people are for us, we take pride in possessions made by us, we oscillate our minds on others’ reactions around us. We impose beauty or otherwise, on things and people even…

A Melancholic Bliss

Some sorrows are sweet, The boundless beauty of which fills your bounty to the rhythm of a stolen season, That you’d like to keep them close to your core. You wouldn’t like to wash it off with tears nor blurt it out in fears, nor would you wipe it clear from the terrible chambers of…