“Bravery— by far the kindest word for stupidity, don’t you think?” – Mycroft Holmes Some time, some place, some one decided that bravery was a commendable attribute of humanity and we all followed him like brainless sheep. I agree with Mycroft, bravery is fine up to a degree. But too …
You won’t know when it happened, but one day sadness just comes and sits next to you. Sadness will spend every moment possible with you. It won’t let you get up from your bed in the morning. But if you are really, really strong, you shall get up and force …
Sometime ago I started volunteering for an international depression-cum-suicide prevention website. The website has two types of people on it— Listeners and Users. Listeners are trained volunteers who listen to the problems of users without judgement and offer something as simple as a sympathetic ear. Users are the people who …
Equanimity I sat meditating in my balcony on a quiet morning in Bangalore. There was a slight cool breeze, a characteristic of Bangalore autumns. And penetrating through that breeze, rays of the sun touched my face ever so slightly- a reassurance of warmth in times of the approaching cold. It …
There is a strange kind of tiredness which can only be healed by a cup of tea. Not the homemade tea, but the kind one gets at a roadside thela— a strong brew of tea, sugar and spices, peacefully emanating wisps of steam into the cool night sky. That solitude …
Some days just make you love life. Today, I found a poor injured pigeon on the roof and unable to see it dying so agonisingly, I got my friend to put it in a carton box, and I took it to an NGO for treatment. The auto I took was …
Our busy lives rarely allow mindfulness about our selves and our surroundings. Three years back, I came back from office to realise that I had an intolerable backache. I’m not kidding around when I say that the base of my backbone felt like it was swollen and inflamed. It felt …
There’s something about early mornings that you just cannot describe. They’re solitary. They’re quiet. They’re yours. Just think about it. Our days are hardly ours any longer, are they? They belong to our family members. They belong to our offices. They belong to our children. But early mornings? Early mornings …
