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A New Year, A New You

As we step into the new year with Chaitra’s arrival, perhaps it’s time to pause. To mute the noise around us. This transition is more than just a date on the calendar—it is a convergence of renewal and reflection. It is also the beginning of Navratri, a sacred period dedicated to Goddess Durga, the embodimentContinue reading “A New Year, A New You”

Whispers of Gliricidia-A Poem

(In the hush of twilight, when the Gliricidia blossoms scatter like pearls upon the morning earth, a quiet beauty unfolds—a beauty that lingers, even in loss. “Whispers of Gliricidia” is a poem that captures the paradox of grace and impermanence, the silent spell of falling petals, and the haunting guilt of treading upon their delicate remains. AsContinue reading “Whispers of Gliricidia-A Poem”

Gliricidia Bloom

O Gliricidia, quiet and free,A lesson wrapped in mystery—That grace resides in things that fade,Yet in their loss, their light is made. Some trees stand tall and imposing, their grandeur capturing attention from afar. Others, like Gliricidia, enchant quietly, weaving a spell not through stature but through the ethereal beauty of their bloom. This timeContinue reading “Gliricidia Bloom”

क्षमता का एहसास

(ईश्वर द्वारा प्रदत्त क्षमताओं का ज्ञान और उसका एहसास आसानी से नहीं होता। लेकिन अगर हो जाए तो उनका पूर्ण एवं सम्यक् उपयोग हमारा दायित्व है। किंतु हमने अपनी क्षमताओं का सदुपयोग किया या नहीं, इसकी समझ तो जीवन की समाप्ति पर ही हो पाती है। और अगर लगे कि हमने अपनी क्षमताओं का पूराContinue reading “क्षमता का एहसास”

A Waltz of Falling Blossoms-A Poem

(The first time I saw the white blossoms of the Caribbean Trumpet Tree twirling down in the gentle air, I was transfixed. They floated effortlessly, as if reluctant to leave the branch, yet yielding gracefully to the inevitable pull of the earth. There was no struggle, no resistance—only a quiet, mesmerizing descent. For a moment,Continue reading “A Waltz of Falling Blossoms-A Poem”

The Caribbean Trumpet Tree: A Waltz of Falling Blossoms

When the Caribbean Trumpet Tree awakens, it does so not in a blaze of colour, but in a hush of pale elegance. Its trumpet-shaped blooms emerge in soft shades—an almost translucent white, sometimes tinged with the faintest blush of pink. Against the sky, they seem less like flowers and more like wisps of drifting cloud,Continue reading “The Caribbean Trumpet Tree: A Waltz of Falling Blossoms”

The Caged Flutter- A Poem

(While walking through the domed enclosure of the Bannerghatta Butterfly Park, I marvelled at the delicate beauty of the winged beings around me. The air was redolent, the flowers swayed gently, and butterflies painted fleeting strokes of colour in the sunlight. Yet, amid this orchestrated paradise, a thought unsettled me—what if I were one ofContinue reading “The Caged Flutter- A Poem”

The Butterfly Kingdom of Bannerghatta

A Tale of Wings and Wonder Oscar Wilde once observed, “The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.” Few creatures embody this mystery better than butterflies. So visibly enchanting, their bright, vibrant colours and intricately carved patterns mesmerize us, yet the life they lead remains a profound enigma. Their beauty is ephemeral, theirContinue reading “The Butterfly Kingdom of Bannerghatta”

वसंत का क्या करूँ?

ज्वर के ताप से मैं बिस्तर पर पड़ा हुआ हूँ, और इधर वसंत है जो बाहर लहलहा रहा है। अधख़ुली शीशे की खिड़की से दिखता है मंजरिओं से लदा हुआ आम। एक सुंदरी की सुकुमार और कमनीय उँगलियों की तरह इसकी पीत -हरित बौरों की अवलि झूमती ही रहती है। और थोड़ी खुली खिड़की से छनContinue reading “वसंत का क्या करूँ?”

The Lingering Legacy of Mahakumbh: A Testament to the Spirit of Sanatan

The waters of the sacred confluence have receded. The chants, the bells, the echoes of millions of prayers have faded into the silence of time. The great Mahakumbh, the grandest congregation of humanity on this planet, has drawn to a close. And yet, long after the last pilgrim departs, long after the final tent isContinue reading “The Lingering Legacy of Mahakumbh: A Testament to the Spirit of Sanatan”