Karna – Was He Betrayed by Destiny or by His Own Heart?
Have you heard the story of Karna?If you have grown up with the Mahabharata — in any form, through any […]
When Astrology Felt Like Therapy
The most unexpected thing astrology gave me was not a prediction. It was relief. For years I carried the question of my career as though it were a verdict on my character. Then I found a different explanation — and it changed something.
Dear Daughter, Earn Your Own Money
If I could give my daughter one gift — not a thing, not an experience, but something that would stay with her through every season of her life — it would be financial independence. Her own money. Earned by her own hands. In her own name.
The Weight We Were Never Asked to Carry
There is a kind of exhaustion that does not show up on your face. You still show up. You still manage. But somewhere beneath all of that is a heaviness that has been there so long you have stopped noticing it. Like furniture you have walked around for so many years you no longer remember choosing it.
She Carries Everything and Still She Smiles
She worked in my home for six years. Every time I see her — cheerful, unhurried, arriving with a smile that has no business being there given everything she carries — I think the same thing. Would I have her grace?
Everything I Found While Looking For Something Else
I kept trying to photograph the yaksha. Every time I pressed the shutter, Devi appeared instead. It took me a while to understand that she had been there all along — and that I had been dismissing her because she was not what I came for.
The Dream at the Beachside Temple
Some dreams you wake from and immediately begin to forget. And then there are the other kind — the ones where you lie still after waking, afraid to move, afraid that moving will shake something loose.
Finding Myself — After 18 Years
After eighteen years of relocations, motherhood, caregiving, grief, and putting everyone else first, I began tracing the quiet thread back to myself — through writing, memory, and the parts of me that never fully disappeared.
Sunset’s Whisper
A sunset so precious — the quiet gift of nature. Little we realise the sun stays, and it is the earth that moves. A short poem about light, time, and the promise of tomorrow.
