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What Shiva Taught Me About Nirvana
On faith, devotion, and what it means to worship without transaction A friend said to me recently, “I’ve stopped worshipping God because everything happens as it is written. Nothing really changes. You worship Shiva — did He fulfill your wishes?”I smiled and replied, “Shiva didn’t promise me fulfilled wishes. Shiva taught me Nirvana.”She was…
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Pawprints Unleashed: Where every paw tells a story.
When I brought Gabbar home, I didn’t just get a pet—I found a mirror to love itself. Somewhere between his wagging tail and warm eyes, I began to understand the silent ache of the dogs who never had a home. The street dogs. They live with hunger tucked into their ribs, with tired eyes…
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While the World Runs, I Am Learning to Walk
On what we lose when we are too busy to notice we are losing it I went to a pottery workshop recently. Not for any particular reason — just for the experience. To make something with my hands. A mug, a plate, a bowl — something small and ordinary and entirely mine. I did…
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That One Train Ride That Changed Everything
Behind every face is a story — a tale of grief, love, struggle, or joy. We walk past strangers every day, unaware of the emotional rollercoasters they carry quietly within. But it was on one particular Mumbai local train ride that this truth hit me like never before. Mumbai locals aren’t just trains —…
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Lessons from a Wagging Tail
Love isn’t always spoken in words—it doesn’t have to be. Sometimes, it greets you at the door with a wagging tail, eager eyes, and a heart so full of unconditional devotion that it changes everything you thought you knew. Three years ago, he came into my life—a small, trembling bundle of fur with eyes…
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The Stories We Walk Past
Not every struggle carries scars on the skin. Not every fighter stands on a battlefield. And not every story is loud enough for the world to hear. Some battles happen quietly—behind closed doors, behind forced smiles, and behind the silence people carry like an invisible weight. In our fast-moving world, we often notice only…
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Rakhumai: The Strength Within Her
She walks, unshaken, through storms and fire,Carrying dreams, lifting hopes higher.A mother, a daughter, a sister, a guide,With Rakhumai’s grace, she walks with pride. Not just bound by the walls of a home,Her spirit soars, free to roam.Through silent battles, unseen scars,She shines like a sky full of stars. She is patience, she is…