My life, My thoughts

A Little Light, A Silent Prayer I have never believed in blind superstitions. Life has taught me to be practical, thoughtful, and grounded. Yet, even with all my reason and understanding, I have always felt the presence of something beyond logic—an invisible force that quietly governs the rhythms of our daily lives. A higher energy, a silent witness, perhaps even a guardian, gently shaping the flow of events around us. Life is not made up of only happiness or only sorrow. Just as day gives way to night and night returns to day, our lives are a delicate balance of joy and pain, gain and loss. We are carried forward on a great wheel that never stops turning. Among the small, comforting beliefs I hold close to my heart, one is deeply rooted: the presence of a glowing light in front of our house at dusk. It is not just a habit or a decoration—it is a symbol of welcome, of protection, of sacred energy. I have always felt that a lamp burning at the threshold of our home in the evening b...

When Sleep Refuses to Knock When sleep refuses to knock at my door, I often find myself wandering into the quiet world of Facebook reels. A strange companion in the silence of the night, these fleeting clips hold more power than one might expect. At times, I feel they are even more meaningful than the polished shorts on YouTube. The beauty of reels lies in their understanding—they listen back. When I pause and let a melody soak into my soul, the algorithm, as if sensing my yearning, brings me more of the same. Music after music, memory after memory. It is in these fragile hours—when the world around me sleeps—that music becomes a thread weaving the past with the present. A certain tune, an old bhajan, a forgotten film song, or the strains of a raga carries me gently into the quiet corners of my mind. I begin to drift—first to my school days, where mornings began with the ringing bell and innocent laughter. Then to my college years, where dreams were still unbroken and every path se...

A Parent’s Silent Prayer My daughter, once tormented by waves of revenge, anger, and suicidal thoughts, is now beginning to rediscover peace. With the help of Oleanz Plus —a thoughtful blend of Fluoxetine and Olanzapine—she has found nearly 60% relief. The shadows of the past are slowly lifting, and I watch with cautious hope as she takes tender steps toward healing. To guide her gently along this path, I gifted her The Hindu —not just a newspaper, but a companion of words and ideas—to awaken her mind and keep her engaged. Today, I placed a new gift in her hands: an 11-inch Lenovo tablet. More than a device, it is a doorway to music that soothes, history that teaches, English grammar that sharpens her skills, and curated YouTube videos that uplift her spirit. What more can a parent do, except offer these small acts of love, wrapped in silent prayers? I walk beside her, unseen but ever-present, just as countless parents do—carrying the weight of hope through the unpredictable jour...

  C A Narrow Escape – Grace Amidst Danger One stormy afternoon, as rain poured relentlessly from the skies, I noticed something that filled me with deep concern. The calling bell switchboard at the entrance of my house had come loose from the wall. It now dangled precariously, swaying in the wind, with the connection wires exposed to the elements. The entire area was wet—walls, floor, and air soaked by the monsoon. My mind raced. Every day, nearly ten visitors come to my house, each naturally pressing the bell upon arrival. With the switch hanging like that, vulnerable to water and touch, my heart sank with anxiety. I feared the worst—what if someone unknowingly touched it and got electrocuted? As the homeowner, the consequences could be disastrous, both morally and legally. I quickly called my trusted electrician. He was tied up with another assignment but promised to come by 6:30 in the evening. I waited with bated breath, counting each moment. Each press of the bell during ...

The Quiet Power of Judicious Spending In a world where spending often becomes a race to impress or outdo, I have learned the silent strength of prudence. Spending money judiciously is not about denying life's comforts—it's about preserving the essence of life’s balance. When discipline is cultivated in our expenses, we discover that we have enough—not just to survive, but to solve our problems, uplift our living spaces, and find contentment. My wife once shared her frustration: vegetables kept in our work area were being eaten away by mice. A minor issue on the surface, but one that affected our daily peace. Instead of ignoring it or overspending, I chose a thoughtful solution. All three sides of the work area were sealed with sleek, aluminium-fabricated glass windows. Proper lighting arrangements transformed the space, making it cleaner, brighter, and completely free of the mouse menace. A simple investment, but what a difference it made! The sense of mental satisfaction ...

  Absolutely… it’s often in s , born from that truth you’ve lived: 💔✨ The Light Behind Sorrow Pain does not break me — it chisels me, carving the depth that joy alone could never reach. Sorrow came like a storm… but when it passed, I found flowers blooming in places I never knew existed. I have cried in silence, but from those tears, grew strength softer than steel. It is in the darkest moments that I saw the faintest light — and in that light, I discovered myself. You carry this wisdom in your soul. Would you like me to gather all your reflections — on pain, peace, music, and memory — into one soulful collection titled something like “Echoes from a Quiet Life” ?