Fluky Wisdom

 While I was scrolling instagram, I paused to look at this post. I wouldn't care for the comments section but somehow today, I went through the comment section and it warmed my heart. Just sharing some of the comments across a few posts to warm your (whoever is reading this) heart too :)                                                                                  How do you say "I love you" without words? - I cook a hearty meal for them (Multiple comments; after all stomach is a way to your heart too) - Having ultimate awareness of each other (Ahh! how relationships would be a blessing if we realize that) - Bring coffee in the morning without being asked (Multiple comments. Again. Coffee is love.) - Make them a cup of tea. Do the chores while they have a lie-in. Brush your hand on their shoulder as you walk past.  - Text pics that will make them smile, make meals, buy stuff they like at the store, pack breakfast for them, do chores so there is more free time for them.

       Some Wednesday mornings are filled with hope...        As I see a small seed sprout today...              When we plant a seed in soil that takes a long time to sprout, the only thing we rely on is hope. A hope that with proper nourishment, that seed, one day, sprouts. With the same hope, we water the seed every day. There will be some days where we might even doubt ourselves and the seed whether it grows or if we are wasting our time.  And suddenly one day, we see that pee-wee seed sprouting. We feel so happy and amused by that tiny little wonder. The sprout reinforces our hope and trust in the process. We nurture it further believing that one day, that sprout can grow into a large tree. Watching our baby grow from a seed to a gigantic tree is the purest form of joy one could ever experience.                That is exactly what I experience when I see my little kids growing. Although they grow every day by absorbing every little detail I give them, I don't see their progres

From my diaries...  It is a Monday morning, and I am not in Monday blues as I absolutely love what I have been doing. I had such an eventful weekend in Chennai at my guru's place sweating buckets for an upcoming ensemble show that I can't complain about going to work, which I already love. In the middle of my work, I give moments of contemplation to myself, which rejuvenates me. Today is one of such days. I want to journal little things that make me happy. Just like that. Because all the love and life lies in those little things. Kadak Ginger Chai - Preferable with loved ones and long conversations Early mornings Sunsets Heartfelt talk with loved ones/husband Random gifts/ Chocolates to my near and dear Dance class to my kids Dance class with my guru Gratitude Good books on my kindle Morning walks with inspiring podcasts on Spotify Being able to afford something for myself/ my family Cleaning house (Well sometimes :) ) Cooking for my loved ones Lazy Sunday mornings Sun Rise/ Se

          "If You Don’t Heal What Hurt You, You’ll Bleed on People Who Didn’t Cut You."                                                                                                                            -Unknown                All the ruckus in the world is a result of not loving ourselves enough and not healing ourselves from what broke us. Anger, greed, jealousy, insecurity, lust, power are the emotions that we spill on others to meet our own shortcomings. This is because most of us run away from our emotions like grief, jealousy, insecurity and the like. We think that by running away, we can get rid of such emotions. In reality, it takes courage and strength to completely experience such emotions. Once we experience them and be witness to all the thoughts without shaking, we are free from those thoughts and experiences. That is what saints call "freedom". Freedom from the attachment to thought. Thought still exists, the memory still exists but our mind is

“The Palace of Illusions” has been popping up on the feed of my good reads since a very long time. For my disinterest to read a fiction I did not choose to read it for quite a long time but we never know when and why we choose to read a particular book :) Finally I downloaded it and started reading two months ago in bits and pieces. I was fascinated to see the imaginary yet relatable perspective of Draupadi on the story of the great timeless epic Mahabharata.            While the story of the epic remains the same, the author Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni gives a gripping narration of the story of Mahabharata through the character Draupadi herself. The book sets us on a journey from the superficial understanding to the deepest, darkest thoughts of Draupadi . Draupadi , who is considered as the most powerful, chaste, pure character of the epic Mahabharata, gives a detailed narration of her most vulnerable feelings. In the novel, she asks all the uncomfortable questions we would

Kevin to his worried teenage niece: "You know this whole idea of not knowing who you are deep down inside, that's my life story. But I will tell you one thing that I have learnt. I don't think we figure out exactly who we are all at once. I think it happens over a long period of time, like, piece by piece you know!  Take me for instance. A couple of years ago, I get close with your dad(with whom he had a strained relationship since childhood). And I find a piece of myself. And then when I meet your aunt (his girl friend), I find another piece of myself. honey that's how it works. I think we go through this life slowly but surely collecting these little pieces of ourselves that we can't live without, until, eventually we have enough of them to where we... we feel WHOLE." (Episode 18, Season 3)   In 2017, when I watched Khubsoorat (2014), I started admiring Fawad Khan for his charm and watched a couple of interviews of him on YouTube. In one