Small observations. Subtle emotions. The kind of thoughts that arrive quietly and disappear if you don’t catch them.
Nothing happened. No sudden peace. No reassurance. Just silence. It was a December night in 2025. I picked up my phone and saw it was around 11 pm. The house was quiet. Too quiet for someone who had just finished praying. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed, covered in my shawl, palms…
Nothing is wrong. This is why it makes it more confusing. Life looks almost perfect on the outside. Work is moving. You have a daily routine – you wake up pretty early, chant, pray, read, walk, journal maybe, ticking of tasks from the list like a pro. From the outside, everything seems stable. Maybe even…
It’s something about few days back… a beautiful Sunday morning around 7 am. Just came back to my room from my daily walk. Did my routine mantra chanting and all of a sudden felt like praying. Gosh! It felt such a relief. Been a while since I could pray naturally. And always kept wondering, “why…
I just hung up the phone that morning in disbelief as I said yes again. Was alone in a hotel room. Travelling. Had gone out to nearby place for a visit to a monastery. Wasn’t able to process my thoughts… like are people actually like this? Or am i being selfish? Judgemental? Less empathetic? Basically…
No, you are not wrong. Let’s be clear. You are not tired of patience. You are tired of being the steady one. The one who regulates. The one who understands. The one who doesn’t fluctuate. But stop here, and you miss something. Mirror the question again: I am tired of being patient. Am I wrong?…