Power of Compassion: A Tale of Transformation

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Pavan, a violinist by profession, had a habit, an unconscious pattern that had taken root in his daily life – complaining. Little did he know, a seemingly harmless thing like complaining could infuse power into the negative emotions he always wished to escape. Pavan hardly understood that the law of attraction works in every situation…

“Who Decides Whether Something is Good or Bad?”

By Preity Rashmi

Preity Rashmi Guest blogger #loveofwriting This human society and the customized world of rules have chained an age of abundant theories and their consequences on general spectators.  Biting nails amidst the crowded school assembly, a girl is punished for violating the cleanliness rule and is slapped in front of her friends and strangers. She is…

My Grandmother…

By Deepthi Krishnan

Deepthi Krishnan Guest Blog I always remember her dressed in the typical traditional Kerala “set mundu” that was pristine and starched worn with a plain white blouse. The rudraksha on her neck, her soft eyes, and that benign smile – made her carry the impression of a living goddess to everyone who met her. Her…

Should you hunt for wellbeing and happiness?

By Snehashree

Snehashree Guest blogger On the same trip, my next stop was Leh. I had to stay a week, visit my grandmother and then move upwards to meet my grandfather in the monastery. My grandmother broke her hip, and Mackeri took care of her in exchange for a few bucks. When I went to my grandmother’s…

Your First Thoughts on Wellness

By Snehashree

Snehashree Guest blogger The real trouble comes when attempting to make the right statements. Very few people can speak their minds, but then some really do know how to. But for making the right statements, one would need to think right. Appropriate thinking is considered to come normally to all. But, this part of the…

Souvenirs from Life’s Precious Pages

By Snehashree

Snehashree Guest Blogger “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I looked back, quite a handsome face stood tall behind me with a thin smile crossing his lips. I moved slightly away to catch a better glimpse of the bearded man. There he stood with a urine bag in his hand, in his hospital robes. “Sorry, I did not…