There is just a still silence within you. An untamed, tumultuous mountain river arrested abruptly in mid-flight.
I don’t know why I have come into the garden today. Everyday when I return from training, I go straight upstairs. Today, I didn’t. Instead of turning right from the gate towards the stairs, I turn left into the garden. I take off my sandals and walk barefoot in the cool, moist grass. The garden lies in the shadow after… Read more »
Quiescence is defined as being inactive, dormant or still. Being still isn’t easy. It is something excruciatingly painful for some. Our social conditioning compels us to be up and doing. We feel guilty if we aren’t horrendously busy every minute of the day. Our busyness is our justification for taking up space on earth and gobbling up its resources. Unless… Read more »
Vidya Sury is too well known to need an introduction. Her posts are always brimming with positivity, she is always upbeat. Her words are insightful and funny. It is always a pleasure to read her. Though, sometimes I am simply not able to. But I believe that I would be taken to her blog the day I need to read… Read more »
Many years ago I went to meet the head of a society which runs many educational institutions in my city. I duly arrived at her office where I was told by her secretary that the lady would not be coming to office that day. Loath to have an unproductive day, I asked the secretary where the lady lived. The unsuspecting… Read more »
Continued from Out of the Blue (I) Today we began by talking of rain. With monsoon just round the corner, we were both behaving like giddy school kids on the verge of the two month summer holidays. The glee in our voice would have been obvious to anyone. Monsoon is very personal to both of us. It’s a very us… Read more »
Anup called today after a long gap today. I don’t even remember how long it had been since we talked last. Our hellos barely over, the first thing I said to myself was, “He wants to talk for a long time today.” The sentence came out of the blue. It was triggered by nothing whatsoever, as always. I don’t know… Read more »