My cousin, who was very close to me as a youngster and lived in the same region as me as an adult, left this mortal plane last month. What shocked my extended family was that he was in good health. After a while of what felt like stomach heaviness, he lost his life in …
Long before the dawn of the eighth century, in the town of Kalady in Kerala, India, there resided a virtuous couple of unwavering devotion, Shivaguru and Aryamba. For years, they had longed for a child, but the sands of time remained unrelenting and yielded them no offspring. Then, on a glorious day, divine grace …
We know it’s Navaratri when we see Indian women, clad in their most elegant attire, hopping around chirpily. The men are on a completely different schedule now. They typically unleash their inner Bakāsur (a gobbling demon) to feast on the sweet-meat spread! In all, Navaratri, the nine festive nights of Devi, adds color and enthusiasm to …
When my kid was 6–7 years old, his school advanced him in math. This unexpected transition made my child nervous, questioning his capacity to understand topics that looked to be above his age. Concerned, I rushed to his school and urged them not to promote him. However, the principal argued that my kid had …
Prior to my exit from hyperactive social media use, I came across a fascinating experiment someone had posted. I am sharing that with you to elucidate a point about the divine. The Four Monkeys Experiment A research team confined four monkeys to a room with a tempting bunch of bananas on a center table. …
The renowned Sage Agastya once harbored an audacious vision. His heart resonated with the Divine Energy in the feminine form, which attracted him to a spiritual path known as Sri Vidya. The sage yearned to bestow this profound wisdom upon the common public for their welfare. With unshakable determination, he prepared himself through self-discipline, …
A young girl sulked in a corner. “Nobody values me,” she stated when a Zen monk inquired about her grief. “I’m nearly worthless.” The Zen monk quickly reflected upon something. “Go to my private garden and bring the stone with the carved image of the Buddha,” he said. A short while later, the young …
Without going into details, the depression phase of my life was a traumatic, life-changing experience. This poem denotes my struggle with existential depression and the spiritual assistance Divine Mother sent my way. It was an eerie night’s gloom,The cluster of darkness in full bloom. Not a door or window in my room, To facilitate my exit …
Most of us worry too much about what others think of us. I was also a victim of this thought process. At that time, I jotted down a poem to help me tackle this issue. I’m sharing that here. Call me weird, Call me wasted, Call me whatever. How does it matter What they chatter? They, who suffer the …
