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…