Why does the game exist?

Baba, if all this is a dream, an illusion, then why create something? Why choose? Why gift a human the potential of choice, of creation? Sai Baba- Because that is how the manifested world works. Since, there is a belief that you exist, there has to be a choice. The whole ‘game’ here is toContinueContinue reading “Why does the game exist?”

Are you dis-spirited or inspired?

When something doesn’t go our way we feel gloomy. We lose hope, we feel discouraged. This often translates to a very physical feeling of fatigue and exhaustion. What we are feeling is dis-spirited… without spirit. We feel abandoned, we feel a sense of loneliness. Contrast this with the the state of creativity. Creation is theContinueContinue reading “Are you dis-spirited or inspired?”

Lesson 3: I do not understand anything I see

“Three, two, one, lift,” Mr. Nair instructed. Our hands wrapped around Dad’s hips, his hand across each of our shoulders, we hoisted him up to a standing position, before carefully helping him into the bed. I watched Mr. Nair carefully adjust a pillow for Dad and check if he was all right. I turned toContinueContinue reading “Lesson 3: I do not understand anything I see”

Lesson 2: I have given everything I see all the meaning it has for me

The lights shimmered and glistened. The huge stage ahead felt so intimidating. Holding on to the armrest, I leaned ahead on my seat, waiting for my name to be called. My heart pounded in my ears. Would I be able to hear my name? Would I be able to get up and walk to theContinueContinue reading “Lesson 2: I have given everything I see all the meaning it has for me”

Lesson 1: Nothing I see means anything

The whirring of the mixer startled me. I had just sat down to meditate! Ignoring the irritation trying to make space in my mind, I tried to focus on my breath. No. It wasn’t working. Walking to my desk, I picked up the headphones and turned on my favourite meditation music. Ah, this was nice.ContinueContinue reading “Lesson 1: Nothing I see means anything”

Bulbul’s words

I found myself in nature today. I wanted to believe she had missed me…was waiting for me to come. But I know I was deluding myself with such thoughts. In my absence, she was herself all along. A colour here, a texture there, she had not changed her habits a bit. If anything she hadContinueContinue reading “Bulbul’s words”

Bangles

I scanned the shop for any anomaly. The ledger was in its place, the cash drawer was locked, as were the shelves. Everything looked normal. I turned off the light. Once the momentary blindness passed, I could see everything under the dim light of the the electric lamp. I gazed at the picture of GoddessContinueContinue reading “Bangles”

Song of the Summer Bird

(First Published in the Urban Shots: Crossroads Anthology) I ran out of the door, as soon as Padma turned her back on me. Before she could catch me, I was jumping down the stairs, two at a time. I slowed down after I crossed the gate to look behind me. Padma was not on myContinueContinue reading “Song of the Summer Bird”

Spring Forever

The platform was not as crowded as I expected it to be. As my parents walked to the notice board to reconfirm our reservation in the train, I gestured to my grandparents who were busy looking around. “Thatha, Paati come here.” “They have not reached,” announced Thatha. I looked around to confirm that my uncle,ContinueContinue reading “Spring Forever”