Stumbling through the highs and lows of life, I finally come full circle in my journey of faith.
The journey continues, as I argue and stumble……
It has to be a red-letter day when an ordinary post comes to the notice of a research scholar and gets featured on her blog Matriwords.
The fact that we have woken up in the morning means that we have been given another chance to better the previous day and ourselves.
If you want others to enjoy being with you, you should know how to enjoy being with yourself first.
How does the word Elder sound? Isn’t it perfect to describe someone who is older in age, experienced and weathered in the nitty-gritty of the world?
Though I had lived in cities with some beautiful rivers, it wasn’t till I set my eyes on the Ganga that I fell in love with a river for the first time in my life.
The journey has been long — painful at times, exhilarating at others, but coming full circle has never been so satisfying.
Have the prayers changed, or have they just become more realistic?
Faith, they say, can move mountains. And what better place to find it than a house of worship, where the faith of thousands effectively makes it throb with positive energy?
‘Why do you need to breathe, when I am breathing for you?’ he asks me simply. And then I let go and stop struggling to breathe. For the record, I didn’t die.
The festival of Karthigai is as important as, or rather even more important than Diwali for Tamilians. It is the original festival of lights when every house and temple is aglow with the light of hundreds of lamps.
Festivals need not be tension-ridden because they come with a whole lot of rituals attached to them. Why not follow our own rituals and make them enjoyable and meaningful?