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Standing on Pamban Bridge

As I stood upon the Pamban Bridge, the sea stretched endlessly on either side—glistening, murmuring, beckoning. The sun played hide-and-seek behind gusty winds, cool one moment, warm the next. On one side, a flotilla of small fishing boats lay moored in still devotion. On the other, the sea unfurled infinitely, like an unanswered prayer. TheContinue reading “Standing on Pamban Bridge”

हम तीर्थ यात्रा क्यों करते है?

हम सभी तीर्थ यात्रा करते हैं। सादियों से करते आये हैं, और शायद सदियों तक यह परम्परा क़ायम रहेगी। लेकिन क्यों करते हैं ऐसी यात्रायें? शताब्दियों से हम तीर्थ जाते रहे हैं, और संभवतः यह परंपरा तब तक चलेगी जब तक मनुष्य के भीतर जिज्ञासा की शक्ति और पीड़ा सहने की क्षमता बनी रहेगी। तो क्याContinue reading “हम तीर्थ यात्रा क्यों करते है?”

समुद्र से वार्तालाप

मैं पम्बन पुल पर खड़ा हूँ। दोनों ओर अथाह समुद्र फैला है —एक ओर नावों की आंदोलित किंतु नम्र निश्चलता, और दूसरी ओर लहरों की अनवरत पुकार। हवा कभी शीतलता की अनुभूति देती थी, और फिर हो जाती थी ऊष्मा भरी। बादल सूरज से आँखमिचोली खेलते रहे थे। समुद्र की लयबद्ध गर्जना में कुछ था जो मुझेContinue reading “समुद्र से वार्तालाप “

When Rivers Cross Borders: Reimagining India’s Water Diplomacy 

In response to the Pakistan-engineered Pahalgam terror attack, India was compelled to suspend the implementation of the Indus Waters Treaty (IWT)—a decision justified, legitimate, timely, and necessary. It signals the end of an era of unreciprocated generosity and marks a new phase of strategic clarity. For too long, India upheld an outdated treaty amid mountingContinue reading “When Rivers Cross Borders: Reimagining India’s Water Diplomacy ”

The Poem in the Petal: Torch Ginger

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” — Henri Matisse A Flame Among Leaves It was during a quiet morning walk—the kind where the world slows and the soul listens—that I first encountered it: a towering flame among leaves. Rising silently from a bed of earth, its tall stem shimmered with an almostContinue reading “The Poem in the Petal: Torch Ginger”

Mother—Who Breathes Through Earth

(A Mother’s Day Meditation) ( Last Sunday, we remembered our mothers. Though the occasion itself may be borrowed, motherhood is not. It belongs to no single culture—because it belongs to everyone. A mother is the purest flame of memory—guiding, giving, enduring. She is the one constant in every time, every life, every sorrow, and every joy.Continue reading “Mother—Who Breathes Through Earth”

माँ—जो मिट्टी में साँस लेती है

(मातृ दिवस पर एक स्वीकारोक्ति) परिचयबीते रविवार हमने अपनी माताओं को स्मरण किया। यद्यपि यह परंपरा आयातित है, हमारे यहाँ की नहीं है , किंतु माँ तो किसी परंपरा की मोहताज नहीं होती—वह स्मृति की सबसे उज्ज्वल दीपशिखा है। वह जो हर युग, हर जीवन, हर सुख और हर पीड़ा में साथ रही है—सर्वदा वंदनीय।Continue reading “माँ—जो मिट्टी में साँस लेती है”

More Than a Day: A Reflection on Mothers and Our Changing Bonds

Today is Mother’s Day. Many of us will meet our mothers if they live apart, or spend a little more time with them if they live together. Some of us will bring flowers and gifts. And for those whose mothers have departed, a gentle and grateful memory will rise like incense in the heart. IrrespectiveContinue reading “More Than a Day: A Reflection on Mothers and Our Changing Bonds”

Brahma Kamal-A Poem

A Nocturne in White (There are flowers that bloom for the crowd, and there are flowers that bloom for silence. The Brahma Kamal is of the latter kind. It waits not for sunlight but for stillness—opening its celestial white petals only when the world has turned its face away. Cradled on the edge of an unassuming cactus,Continue reading “Brahma Kamal-A Poem”

Why Bengulurians Must Produce Less Garbage

Once famed for its flowering trees and lakeside breezes, Bengaluru now finds itself buried beneath the detritus of its own growth. The transformation from “Garden City” to “Garbage City” isn’t just about mismanaged infrastructure—it’s a symptom of something deeper: a culture of unchecked consumption, buoyed by convenience and prosperity. A City Consuming Itself With oneContinue reading “Why Bengulurians Must Produce Less Garbage”