I think Mother Earth likes to flaunt her beauty once in a while...to tell us that she's very much alive. You had to be there to experience her majestic beauty...
I think most of the Indian females will share my frustration over shopping for clothes in the US. It's the most agonizing process trying to find the best size, fit and style that also fits your budget. Being an odd size (given that Indian women are smaller in height and width than the average American) doesn't help at all. Some things that are inherent in the design of clothes in the American market make me really mad...for example...extremely plungy neck lines, extremely short waist lines (leads to involuntary flashing when you try to bend or sit), extremely thin fabric and extremely short dress lines. What's up with that? Guys on the other hand, who don't require covering up of body parts as much as women, have full coverage everywhere. Why men's swimwear is long (till the knees) while women's swim suits barely cover the bare essentials is a big question mark for me. I don't want my business to become everybody else's business every time I go out. I am...
Wandering through millennia, birth after birth, directionless, but carrying on Don't know what my goal is, don't know what I am searching for. I am waking up from my dream of ages, still a little groggy, trying to make sense of it all. Trying to find my purpose, trying to understand the grand scheme, to be finally fully awake. What is my goal in life? Why should I be awake? What is to be desired? What is to be achieved? Who is the dreamer? In whom is the dream? Who is the witness? What is a dream? Who knows I was dreaming? Who remembers what I saw? Who knows I am awake now? Who knows the present is not a dream? I pray I fully wake up some day, I pray I find what I am looking for I pray I understand what is to be desired, I pray I know what is to be achieved. I pray I understand who is praying, I pray I know whom I am praying to. I pray that my prayers reach the One who is listening, to the One who gives me my dreams.
Trying times, times of utter despondency, are as essential, if not more, than the moments of profound happiness in life. It may seem counterintuitive, but more often than not, a difficult time brings our inner voice to the surface, where we can hear it. If we follow this voice, we may begin to walk towards finding out the truth about life. Imagine standing still in the middle of a busy street during the busiest shopping time of the year. You can hear people talking, babies crying, cars swooshing past you, music playing on loudspeakers, and then imagine all that noise slowly fading into the background... till you hear nothing but your heart beating. That's the kind of clarity that can be brought about by profound grief. I wonder about these trying times and what they signify in our life...be it something bad that has happened to us, or something bad that we did. These dark places must exist for a reason. Sometimes these difficult patches are mere bumps in the way, and sometim...
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