At an ancient monastery, a young disciple brought three pitchers of water from a hand pump well in the early morning instead of just the usual two. The well was at the foot of a steep hill.
As the journey to the monastery was arduous, he was proud of his progress in strength and stamina.
He told his Master, “Master, today I brought three pitchers of water. It’s all there for you to use”.
As he walked away, Master turned around. He recognized the young monk who had joined not long back.
“Oh, wait! Don’t go. We need to talk. …
A few years back, words like True-Self and Self-Awareness were alien to me. It was not until I concluded that life was not worth living that awakening dawned upon me.
Forever, society had conditioned me to believe in some far-away God.
It has been five years, but the moment of awakening in my heart is still as fresh as a dewdrop on a petal. That day, all lies fell apart. I could see through the false, fear-based life that the system trained me to live.
It was a moment of Unconditional Love and Eternal Freedom — freedom from the mind, society, and myself. …
“What happened? Did someone hit you? What are those? Bruises?” Nina asked Ritu, pointing at the red marks on her head.
“Oh, no, nothing. I hit my forehead in the wall at night while walking towards the fridge,” she replied with pain in her voice.
Just five months back, Ritu had married the love of her life. But soon, it turned into a hellish affair. Signs of physical violence were always visible on her body.
It had changed her into a gloomy person. Once a chirping, smiling girl had transformed into a lonely one.
Constant fights had worn her down, draining her both mentally and physically. Trying to stay alive for another day seemed an enormous task. …
The picturesque beauty of the Himalayas
Visible from our cottage’s window
Magnificent hills and valleys
The uncharted hamlet of Tandi
The unexplored trails, hidden in the mountains’ belly
Once again, we went on a path unexplored
Treading the peaks and troughs
Out of the blue, the tracks widened
Leading us to the village of Bhua
As we entered, she came running to welcome
Excited, she smelled us like a child
Her tail wagging, body shaking in excitement
Jumping all over us, expressing her affection
We paused to pet, express our joy
As we marched towards the cottage through uncharted territories
Becky followed to see us off to the edge of the…
Rusovek, the farmer, lived in Kalach, a remote village in Russia. He had lost his beloved wife, Angel, in a car accident a year back. Only Torro, his beautiful dog, gave him company. He always wore the diamond ring that Angel gifted him five years ago as a symbol of their love.
One day, Rusovek was enjoying with Torro in his garden. Torro loved playing fetch in the big garden. Almost half of the day went by. Tired, Rusovek went to the kitchen to cook some soup. While cooking, he felt something missing.
“The ring,” he exclaimed, “Where did it go?” He rushed back to the garden, and frantically started searching. …
Mike had been trying to meditate for many days now. Every time he would sit, something would happen, and his session got disrupted. He discussed the problem with his wife, Rose.
They decided that no one would disturb Mike from 5–6 PM, and he would use the study room for his meditation session. Anything that came up would need to wait till 6 PM.
Mike was happy with the new arrangement. For the next few days, everything went smoothly. His wife took care of everything in that hour. His meditation got deeper — he could be at peace longer.
One day, Mike expected a critical call from a bank official at 5:30 PM. Mike had scheduled the meeting before he started with 5–6 PM meditation sessions. He requested Rose to attend it and explained what to convey. …
The past few months were unforgiving. The new boss made work-life challenging for Mahi. He had to work overtime almost every day. He was trying to get through the change peacefully but was getting nowhere.
“I have been trying so hard and yet, no progress. Today, I will find a place on the terrace to meditate, where no one disturbs me.” Mahi thought.
Although Mahi had been a regular meditator, he found it hard to sit quietly because of the recent upheaval. And at times, when he did get time to meditate, someone from the family would disturb him.
Today was a holiday. Mahi decided to find a lone corner on the terrace and sit in silence. In the evening hours, it was quite pleasant. The light breeze and chirping of birds made a beautiful setting for a divine meditation session. …
Have you ever thought about what the meaning of life is? What are we doing on this sphere, circling a big ball of fire? Do you feel something is still missing in life irrespective of how much success you achieved? What are death and the afterlife?
If you are caught up in this mystery, you will end up pursuing a spiritual path that leads to Awakening.
Awakening in simple terms is realizing that you are one with the Universe. …
Aman, my younger brother, entered my room with a mournful face and yelled, “The project has gone on hold. I can’t take this shit anymore. Three months of effort, all down the drain. And how will I pay the new employees?”
“Veere, don’t worry, we will find a way out,” I said, trying to comfort him in trying times. Veere is a loving way to address brothers in Punjab, India.
I asked him, “Have you been following your daily meditation routine? And come on, you are such a big fan of Eckhart Tolle. Where is acceptance?”
“I don’t need such acceptance right now. I need my company to survive,” Aman yelled. …
A farmer named Ram lived in a hut with his wife. The house had a single big hall and a small kitchenette. The bathroom was outside in the verandah.
To improve his living conditions, he worked hard on his fields every day. He wanted to enjoy the luxuries of life, and a bigger home was the first thing to do in his plan.
He brought some machinery and shifted to high-quality seeds to give him an excellent yield. …