“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men,…
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Think Like a Monk
Jay Shetty, social media superstar and host of the #1 podcast ‘On Purpose’, distills the timeless wisdom he learned as a practising monk into practical steps anyone can take every day to live a less anxious, more meaningful life. In this inspiring, empowering book, Shetty draws on his time as a monk in the Vedic…
Rhythm of the Moon
An empty room with a lonely soul sitting beside the window, with a clear view of the moon. A soft hindi retro playlist in a loop, eyes half-closed with lips murmuring with the tune. Eyes have a language of their own- a lot to say, a lot they know. Somewhere in the middle of thoughts,…
Dreams
Desires were once springs-crossing hills, forests and lands;but now…after long distances,they seem like a sea of rivers! The End Just some outpour of thoughts in intricately woven words. Expressions from lovers of imagination and their love for writing. Writings that shake and wake you, make you think, stir your soul, leave an imprint. Just some mellifluous bits-…
A Letter to You
For all the hours that I spent tracing the softness of your skin, for all of the nights that we were together, I am writing you this letter, my love. I know that you will never see this, because I’ll hide it within the confines of my chest, locked away like the most precious treasure…
Depression is Real
Yes, depression is real. Being sad is not the same as being in depression. Sadness is natural and unique to each individual. Both sadness and depression may overlap, but they differ in many ways. Depression is more than just sadness. It is a common, but serious mood disorder. A lack of interest, sleeplessness or excessive…
Absent
You are awfully quiet, remarkably absent. It is very confusing, unusually silent… The End Just some outpour of thoughts in intricately woven words. Expressions from lovers of imagination and their love for writing. Writings that shake and wake you, make you think, stir your soul, leave an imprint. Just some mellifluous bits- their wordbytes. Wanna be a wordmate?…
The “I’m Tired” Project
The “I’m Tired” Project utilizes photography, the human body, and written words as a tools to highlight the lasting impact of everyday micro-aggressions, assumptions, and stereotypes and pull back the layers of discrimination to reveal thoughts and feelings that aren’t usually voiced through fear of backlash and lack of being relatable. Quick Link : The “I’m…
Trumspringa
The temptation to step off your career track and become a shepherd in the mountains, following your flock between pastures with a sheepdog and a rifle, watching storms at dusk from the doorway of a small cabin, just the kind of hypnotic diversion that allows your thoughts to make a break for it and wander…
A Short, Unfinished Story!
From hearty hellos to captivating conversations to lively laughs to fanatical fondness to lush love to majestic madness to furious fights to haunting hurt to saddening separation to pounding pain to achy agony to crushing cries to wild waiting to loud longing to stunning silence…. Just some outpour of thoughts in intricately woven words. Expressions from…
Runaway- Aurora
‘Runaway’ is an enchanting single by Norwegian singer-songwriter Aurora Aksnes who we widely know as AURORA. The song, co-written by Skylstad Magnus Aserud, was officially released in February 2015. This song is largely about awakening- an urge to find a feeling of home. AURORA gives good significance to the elements of nature and displays depth…
Inevitable Truths
The heart desires remorselessly and the mind suffers- bearing the weight of all the consequences and fretting over the tiniest of things. It’s in these moments you begin to question everything you ever stood for, when your principles are challenged by none other than your own self. What are you supposed to do when the…
A Lantern in Her Hand
I think that love is more like a light that you carry. At first childish happiness keeps it lighted and after that romance. Then motherhood lights it and then duty . . . and maybe after that sorrow. You wouldn’t think that sorrow could be a light, would you, dearie? But it can. And then…