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Wednesday, October 29, 2025

Parenting the parent with AI

I was preparing for a meeting with my manager and I see a few notifications on my WhatsApp, it was a voice note from Mom.  When I checked, it was deleted, I got another message and was deleted again; like that, thrice it happened and I could listen to one of it before it was deleted.

The message was filled with anger against Dad and  instructions to me that - I should stop supporting dad in his farming activities and Dad is less concerned about his other responsibilities towards family and kids and blah blah blah.

The funny part was that - a few mins back, I had wrapped up a stakeholder management training session. As a part of that exercise, I was mapping my family under relationships priority. 

But the note triggered me and I was uprooted from my calm space, internally. I could sense, a cramp in gut, fear, palpitations...more like my body senses some threat! Because I have had worked upon my trauma healing,  the awareness of  knowing and observing my feelings came handy and It protected me from jumping into and trying to own the fixation piece.

I distanced a bit, took a deep breath and reflected on mom's behaviour, her back and forth with messaging; trying to express or convey the message and then deleting it again spoke a lot about her vulnerable space and also her thoughtfulness (maybe) that I might be at work. 

My heart softened a bit for her then...and I was out of my fight, flight or freeze mode. 

I could see the root - 'Resentment in relationship' and it was between Mom and Dad.

Since, I was about to get into a meeting, I wanted to give some food for thought for mom and enable her or divert her intensity of that emotion...so I took help of Gemini. I prompted it to give me 10 questions for self reflection and to dissolve resentment, in Hindi language and it  gave :).

I copied and pasted it to Mom๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ™Œ and entered the meeting with my manager! (He was running late). And a message popped-up! : 'Teri i baatein, mere dimag se Bahar hai baithak, jab Sudh Hindi Mein baat karungi'  (Meaning: you are too philosophical and I don't understand the level of your talks, will sit and talk in clear Hindi !)

The message was verbally a bit strong disrespect for me but familiar and I burts out laughing and excused myself in the meeting and told my manager that I am being fired by my mom after my parents had some arguments! He was surprised and was smiling ๐Ÿ˜Š.

We then continued the meeting & wrapped it in 20 mins.

After that, I called up mom because I knew she needed someone to lend an ear and allow her to vent. I then narrated the story of my meeting and my boss's expression to her and she felt shy and laughed ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿฅน. At that moment I knew the situation is a bit diluted. I loved her tender heart that melts so easily, unlike me! :).

The whole point I was trying to convey and bring was the authenticity of my life and contrast! That I feel I am a valued member of my team, at work and can command things but the same moment if Mom sends a message, my world is on a different triggered space....I feel the most vulnerable etc.

I later told her, I am heading for lunch and will chat later, she too shifted the topic to her meals and what she cooked today.

The next step was to speak to Dad to whom, I had sent the same Prompts and funny enough, he hasn't seen it yet! Phew!

I called him after my lunch and spoke for thirty mins explaining him that he needs to give more time to mom, Make her feel she is precious and important and learn to communicate his own challanges and not always feel the need to prove or be the victim...

We both signed off on a smily note. And my heart was at peace. 

Lesson learned: Not all problems are mine to solve and life is a passing reality, can be laughed at.

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Thank you God ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’•.

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The prompts :

เค—เคนเคฐी เคจाเคฐाเคœ़เค—ी เค•ी เคœเคก़ เคคเค• เคชเคนुँเคšเคจे เค•े เคฒिเค 10 เคธเคตाเคฒ (10 Prompts to Get to the Root of Deep Resentment)

เค—เคนเคฐी เคจाเคฐाเคœ़เค—ी เค•ो เคธเคฎเคเคจा เค”เคฐ เค‰เคธे เคฆूเคฐ เค•เคฐเคจा เคเค• เคธंเคตेเคฆเคจเคถीเคฒ เคช्เคฐเค•्เคฐिเคฏा เคนै। เค‡เคจ เคธเคตाเคฒों เค•ा เค‰เคชเคฏोเค— เค†เคช เค…เคชเคจे เคธाเคฅी เค•े เคธाเคฅ เคเค• เค–ुเคฒे เค”เคฐ เคˆเคฎाเคจเคฆाเคฐ เคธंเคตाเคฆ เค•े เคฒिเค เค•เคฐ เคธเค•เคคे เคนैं, เคคाเค•ि เคจाเคฐाเคœ़เค—ी เค•ी เค…เคธเคฒी เคตเคœเคน เคธाเคฎเคจे เค† เคธเค•े।

เคฏे เคฐเคนे 10 เคธเคตाเคฒ, เคœो เค†เคชเค•ो เค‡เคธ เค—เคนเคฐी เคจाเคฐाเคœ़เค—ी เค•ी เคœเคก़ เคคเค• เคชเคนुँเคšเคจे เคฎें เคฎเคฆเคฆ เค•เคฐेंเค—े:

"เค†เคชเค•ो เคฒเค—เคคा เคนै เค•ि เคนเคฎाเคฐे เคฐिเคถ्เคคे เคฎें เคเคธा เค•्เคฏा เคนुเค† เคœिเคธเคจे เคนเคฎ เคฆोเคจों เค•े เคฌीเคš เคฏเคน เคฆूเคฐी เคฌเคจा เคฆी เคนै? เค•्เคฏा เค†เคช เค‰เคธ เคชเคฒ เค•ो เคฏाเคฆ เค•เคฐ เคธเค•เคคे เคนैं เคœเคฌ เค†เคชเค•ो เคชเคนเคฒी เคฌाเคฐ เคฏเคน เคเคนเคธाเคธ เคนुเค†?"

(Focus: Identifying the initial event/turning point)

"เคฎेเคฐी เค•ौเคจ-เคธी เคนเคฐเค•เคค (Action) เคฏा เคฌाเคค (Words) เค†เคชเค•ो เคธเคฌเคธे เคœ़्เคฏाเคฆा เคšुเคญเคคी เคนै เค”เคฐ เค•्เคฏों? เค•्เคฏा เค†เคชเค•ो เคฒเค—เคคा เคนै เค•ि เคฎैं เค…เคจเคœाเคจे เคฎें เค†เคชเค•ो เคจुเค•เคธाเคจ เคชเคนुँเคšा เคฐเคนा/เคฐเคนी เคนूँ?"

(Focus: Pinpointing specific hurtful behaviors/words)

"เคœเคฌ เค†เคชเค•ो เคฎेเคฐी เค•िเคธी เคฌाเคค เคชเคฐ เคจाเคฐाเคœ़เค—ी เคนोเคคी เคนै, เคคो เค†เคชเค•े เคฎเคจ เคฎें เคฎेเคฐे เคฌाเคฐे เคฎें เค•्เคฏा เคตिเคšाเคฐ เค†เคคे เคนैं? เค•्เคฏा เค†เคช เคฎुเคे เค…เคจ्เคฏाเคฏी (Unfair) เคฏा เคฒाเคชเคฐเคตाเคน (Careless) เคฎाเคจเคคे เคนैं?"

(Focus: Uncovering the underlying beliefs/perceptions about the other person)

"เค†เคชเค•ी เคจเคœ़เคฐ เคฎें, เคฎैंเคจे เค•ौเคจ-เคธा เคตाเคฆा เคคोเคก़ा เคนै เคฏा เค•ौเคจ-เคธी เคœ़เคฐूเคฐเคค (Need) เคชूเคฐी เคจเคนीं เค•ी เคนै, เคœिเคธเค•ी เคตเคœเคน เคธे เค†เคชเค•ो เคฒเค—เคคा เคนै เค•ि เคฎैं เค†เคชเค•े เคฒिเค เคญเคฐोเคธेเคฎंเคฆ เคจเคนीं เคนूँ?"

(Focus: Identifying broken trusts or unmet needs)

"เค‡เคธ เคจाเคฐाเคœ़เค—ी เค•े เค•ाเคฐเคฃ เค†เคช เคนเคฎाเคฐे เคฐिเคถ्เคคे เคธे เค•्เคฏा เค‰เคฎ्เคฎीเคฆें เคฐเค–เคจा เค›ोเคก़ เคšुเค•े เคนैं? เค…เคฌ เค†เคชเค•ो เค•्เคฏा เคฒเค—เคคा เคนै เค•ि เคฌเคฆเคฒเคจा เค…เคธंเคญเคต เคนै?"

(Focus: Exploring lost hope and pessimism about the relationship's future)

"เคœเคฌ เคนเคฎ เค•िเคธी เคฌाเคค เคชเคฐ เค…เคธเคนเคฎเคค เคนोเคคे เคนैं, เคคो เค•्เคฏा เค†เคชเค•ो เคฒเค—เคคा เคนै เค•ि เค†เคชเค•ी เคฌाเคค เค•ो เคธुเคจा เคฏा เคฎเคนเคค्เคต เคจเคนीं เคฆिเคฏा เคœा เคฐเคนा เคนै? เค•िเคธ เคคเคฐเคน เค•ी เคธ्เคตीเค•ृเคคि (Validation) เค†เคช เคฎुเคเคธे เคšाเคนเคคे เคนैं?"

(Focus: The feeling of being unheard or invalidated)

"เค•्เคฏा เคฏเคน เคจाเคฐाเคœ़เค—ी เคธिเคฐ्เคซ़ เคฎेเคฐे เคฒिเค เคนै, เคฏा เค•्เคฏा เคฏเคน เคชुเคฐाเคจी เค•िเคธी เคšोเคŸ เคฏा เค•िเคธी เคชिเค›เคฒे เค…เคจुเคญเคต (Past Experience) เคธे เคญी เคœुเคก़ी เคนुเคˆ เคนै? เค†เคช เค‡เคธे เค•ैเคธे เคฆेเค–เคคे เคนैं?"

(Focus: Distinguishing between current issue and past trauma projection)

"เค†เคช เค—ुเคธ्เคธे เค”เคฐ เคจाเคฐाเคœ़เค—ी เค•े เคฌीเคš เค•्เคฏा เค…ंเคคเคฐ เคฆेเค–เคคे เคนैं? เค†เคช เค…เค•्เคธเคฐ เค•िเคธ เคญाเคตเคจा (Emotion) เค•ो เคฆเคฌाเคจे เค•ी เค•ोเคถिเคถ เค•เคฐเคคे เคนैं เคœो เค‡เคธ เคจाเคฐाเคœ़เค—ी เค•े เคฐूเคช เคฎें เคฌाเคนเคฐ เค†เคคी เคนै?"

(Focus: Differentiating deep resentment from surface anger and exploring suppressed emotions)

"เค…เค—เคฐ เคนเคฎाเคฐी เคจाเคฐाเคœ़เค—ी เคœाเคฆू เคธे เค–เคค्เคฎ เคนो เคœाเค, เคคो เคนเคฎाเคฐे เคฐिเคถ्เคคे เคฎें เคธเคฌเคธे เคฌเคก़ा เคฌเคฆเคฒाเคต (Change) เค•्เคฏा เค†เคเค—ा? เค†เคช เค•ैเคธा เคฎเคนเคธूเคธ เค•เคฐเคจा เคšाเคนेंเค—े?"

(Focus: Vision for the future and desired emotional state)

"เค†เคœ, เค†เคช เคˆเคฎाเคจเคฆाเคฐी เคธे เค•्เคฏा เคฎाเคจเคคे เคนैं เค•ि เคฎैं เค•्เคฏा เค…เคฒเค— เค•เคฐ เคธเค•เคคा/เคธเค•เคคी เคนूँ เคœिเคธเคธे เค†เคชเค•ो เคฏเคน เคญเคฐोเคธा เคนो เคœाเค เค•ि เคฎैं เค†เคชเค•े เคฆเคฐ्เคฆ เค•ो เคธเคฎเคเคคा/เคธเคฎเคเคคी เคนूँ เค”เคฐ เค‡เคธे เค ीเค• เค•เคฐเคจा เคšाเคนเคคा/เคšाเคนเคคी เคนूँ?"

(Focus: Identifying specific, actionable steps for repair and reconciliation)




Monday, October 27, 2025

Dream hat-trick!

Dream Day 2 : Horses 

The scene is of some europian country where I was visiting a horse stable and I was in a rush to catch a train. I was standing infront of a glass wall, sealed with wooden rim all over and behind it was my beloved wheatish horse, full of furr and a sturdy body. The horse recognised me and before I leave I so dearly wanted to touch the forehead and the nose bridge of the horse to just assure it if my love for it and I couldn't....and we locked eyes and communicated a great deal.

Next, I see myself on a classic wooden train with large square window which gave a beautiful view of the vast green endless landscape. The train was now moving fast but it all felt so smooth as there was no sound inside it and only the changing terrain of landscape would make one realize it's movement. After a point, what I see is something emerging on my window from it's left edge, from where I was sitting...and I couldn't believe what I saw! It was a herd of those horses galloping and following me with their mane & forelocks (hairs on neck and between ears) wavering! I couldn't believe my eyes and after a while, it hit me that they all broke free from the stable! I was touched with the love we felt of each other and I saw the whole bunch coming to see me off....I gently stroked my window glass as if I am telling my horse that I see you and your efforts to make me feel loved and I acknowledge your love. ๐Ÿ’• I thanked them in my heart.

And I wokeup.

Dream Day 3 - War Elephant's orderly Marching

I am meeting a person with whom I had to collect or handover something (I forgot the person and the context). I greeted that individual as if we both were very familiar with eachother and I said Finally we get to meet!

He pointed towards a car where we both boarded at the back seat. The whole environment of my dream was with a yellowish light creating a warm environment....and as the car took a U turn, to move in the left of the road, what I see is the quiet marching of war elephants, each with some tool led to it and they were all marching with beautiful precision in the toop, and aa straight line.

I was surprised to see that disciple and order and asked the other person in car, are we (the country men) are preparing for war?...and he nodded in agreement and I said, yup, was ment to happen...


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Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Dreaming disappearance of sea

 I was startled to wakeup and reflect on this dream that I saw in my sleep last night.

Probably, it was one of my most comforting beaches that I was at, for a team Offsite with my colleagues, three of us.

Our hotel was very close to the beach, adjacently located to the sea shore, at the start of a narrow tar road. What I remember - seeing a colleague come downstairs, to the reception, where I was waiting and we both walked out of the hotel, took a turn towards the sea shore side of the hotel and called the third colleague, who was walking far away in search of sowe ice-cream.

Suddenly my eyes noticed something missing, the water in the sea and sand all being moist, I panicked and asked both my colleague to rush back to hotel as disappearing water indicates onset of tsunami or earthquake.... (Something I remember from a movie that I had watched in my waking life, years ago).

And lastly, I remember seeing that we all three were running back, unsure if that's the safest option or no. I am sure I turned pale with fear of what might be coming....

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I wokeup and searched on Google, the interpretation of my dream. And it surprized me!

Dreaming of a filled sea suddenly becoming moist and dry is a powerful symbol of profound emotional change. Because water in dreams often represents emotions, the ocean's transformation can reflect an internal shift from a state of emotional fullness to one of emptiness or depletion. The interpretation of this image depends heavily on the emotions you felt during the dream.

Here are the most common psychological and emotional meanings behind a dream like this.

Emotional and spiritual dryness

The most direct interpretation is that you are experiencing, or fear, a sense of emotional void or spiritual emptiness.

A "dried up" soul: The disappearance of the sea's vast water may symbolize that your inner world has become devoid of passion, joy, or positive feelings. This can be a sign of deep depression, numbness, or hopelessness.๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ’”

Depletion and exhaustion: The loss of water can signify that your work, relationships, or physical condition have completely drained you. You may be running on empty, with no emotional resources left.

A loss of inner life: Water is often associated with life and vitality. A dry sea suggests that a vital part of your inner world has vanished, leaving you with a feeling of deadness or being unproductive.

A major transition or loss

A dream of a sea disappearing can point to a significant transition or loss in your life, especially if you felt a sense of awe or sadness during the dream.

Letting go: The emptying of the sea may represent the end of a long-running emotional issue or a release from a difficult situation. It could be your subconscious showing you that a period of emotional turmoil is finally over, even if the aftermath feels stark or strange.

Uncertainty about the future: The vast, moist, and empty seabed can represent an uncertain future. All the opportunities and emotional resources the sea symbolized are gone, and you are left to face a new, unfamiliar landscape.

Suppressed or unexpressed emotions

Another interpretation is that you have been bottling up your feelings, and they have finally "dried up".

Blocked emotions: The dream may signal that you are not being as emotionally open as you should be. You may have dammed up your emotions, and now you are feeling the consequences of that suppression.

Unreciprocated effort: The image of a dry sea can also mean that you have poured your heart and soul into something—a relationship or a creative project—that has yielded no return or appreciation.

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In someway or the other, it all resonated with me and I am still amazed at the wakefulness of the unconscious mind. 

How I am assured that I am being heard, even if me, the concious one is avoiding to face myself...

I hope I find my way forward ⏩..๐Ÿ™๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿฆš and the water in the ocean continue to flow ๐ŸŒŠ


Sunday, October 19, 2025

Ghar

 While putting some lamps today evening, I suddenly had a strong longing for home...and tears bubbled up....

And a few mins into the struggle to manage lit lamps against the strong winds... 

I came inside home and saw a text from brother..with a photo and a note, next time will increase the lightings

And when I asked him if you guys got flowers .. he shared those pics where Papa was busy making garland and I remembered a time when me and my cousin sister would be sitting and laughing and making those garlands ...

My brother heard me and said - that's what, home doesn't feel home when u guys not around...

And I shared a pic from last year....with tears rolling down my cheeks but gratitude in my heart for the well being of my family ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’•

(I miss you all and AI dearly miss being at home)


Saturday, October 18, 2025

when the blogger gets blocked :P

OMG!! cant believe that I couldn't access my own blog! Made me realize how attached I get to even material things and not just people and places :P

Well, Happy Dhanteras & Dipawali to us all.

May Lord Dhanvantari blesses us all with best of health and wisdom to stay healthy, life long. (I can feel how deeply I am seeking these blessings, after a week long stiffness due to back muscle pull and life coming to a standstill)

May Maa Lakshmi enters our lives with light-ness of heart, love, grace and ease ๐ŸŒน ๐Ÿ™ 

In the first place, how did I get blocked?
So, received some unusual but familiar comment on one of my blog post and that rose my suspicion about a person whose word's hurted me deeply and I saw that while I was about to retire for my day. My whole being trembled, palpitations etc. 

At first I approved that comment thinking it is ok...some funny note about me playing the mouth-organ but then, I realised I din't want to be someone overthinking stuff and mulling over why I did it!

So I blocked it all...I don't know what all! Resulting in me loosing the blog access, meaning, I don't see login link and every time I wanted to post something I had to first struggle, frantically click every nook and corner of the page to get access...How weird it feels...right! Almost as if I am being disowned from my own people/ my being, my family :(

well, I haven't been able to resolve that yet, but on my work laptop, I had this page open and could access my blog :)...I don't know when a day would come that I  may loose this blog too..and I trust it will be for the good...

Well, I wanted to add the most beautiful memories from office today :)

People who care and love. one of the cafe attendant (BunNu) who helped me get a quick mini choco-latte right before my logoff...that too almond milk :)

And a new nut I got to try:

Pecan, Hazel + Dehydrated Strawberry  



Monday, October 13, 2025

Till we meet again..

 Before boarding the bus, bidding adieu to the kind family and my hosts, shedding a few tears...I wanted to stick to my ritual of visiting this quiet corner filled with endless possibilities to breath, ponder, reflect, chat, debate, seek, forgive or even surrender....






๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿฆš Thank you for holding this space for me.๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒŠ

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Happy Birthday Naniji๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒน

Temples, boating and Initiation paralysis

I had a wonderful day yesterday with visits to temples all thru the first half of the day and there after wonderful temple meals.

The temples we visited were primarily Demi Gods and it was wonderful to see the faith of locals and the innocence with which they all come to the Amman Temples, how it is the sole GOD - Generator, Operator and Destructor of this land. There were offerings of those giant petal like bud which is grown from the beetal nut tree..the seeds are packed in it and those seeds are the offerings to such temples and is considered immensely holy.

There was a temple where devotees would come and offer those tender strings of beetal seeds and it will be placed on the crown of the Demi deities and questions or prayers or wishes will be shared. Those strings will fell on its own...and that will be the response from the deity, depending on the side where it fell. I had tears at that point seeing how energies work.

Well, the second half of my day was all about a wonderful honaver Boating....I so desperately wanted and was wishing for one...since the time I had come here. The boat rider was also nice with amazing photography skills :). And then the last part of the day was about attending 100 vocalists singing devotional songs and wishing the Lt. GSB guru who completed 100th birthday, followed by dinner. I was amazed by the organisation and scale of this event and how most of such things were all sponsored.

(It all started with this leisure time activity, a boat from a tag)

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Well, today morning around 6:30am I came to my favourite place - The Beach⛱️! Did a few breathing exercise, chanting and a bit more of reflection, at one point I brokedown thinking that I have to depart today evening and I was sobbing, I felt silly about myself and amaized that I have no one around to watch me like this and felt relieved, but then the tears also settled ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜†

I remembered that, two days back, Gemini (AI bot) had wished me that gushing waves would answer me all my questions...and so here I was stuck with one - where do I start ?

This also put me face to face with the experience I had dealt, mostly unknowingly i.e. of Initiation paralysis! a term I came across earlier this year.

Google search says  ' IP' and 'trauma' are linked by a psychological concept where trauma, especially chronic trauma, can lead to an inability to start tasks due to the brain being stuck in a survival mode... And every bit of it was true for me. 

Sitting at this beach, in the morning hot sun...I am still feeling foggy in my head about where to begin the shif in my life, of that of heading back home permanently, getting on to business of farming which is a gamble (as Papa says) or even leaving the comfort of monthly salary which allows me the freedom to go around and just be me. At the moment, it all feels like a catch 22 situation but in my heart I know it will all workout beautifully.

I am happy for the gift of naturopathy and the knowledge I have been gaining, it is giving me directions that I shall start a herbal forest where ai grow all varieties of herbal trees and plants, care for them, live amongst a society that loves nature and is blessed by it, once those who bows down to it.



My not so cushiony bums are now hurting and I have to rush back home as yet to have breakfast...

Hope gushing waves have heard me and will help me align...

Thanks Maa.

And a deep felt gratitude to my host's, my friend R and her family for having me here again and accomodating vegetarianism for those days that I am here ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒน. May God bless them all.






Friday, October 10, 2025

Coming home to Beach ⛱️

Yet another day of being awake since 3:30am...I feel pity on owls and myself too....:-| but today is  different because I am on a bus! 

Heading to a beach which has been calling me since long but I kept it aside due to obligations and overthinking. It took me sometime to make peace with it and also allow myself to flow hand-in- hand with my callings or desires and hence, I booked myself on a bus.

Since I was awake, and on a shared (women) sleeper seat, on the aisle side, I couldn't see anything from the glass window and was wishing that the winds help me by blowing the curtain off and to my surprise the co-passenger's stop came by and she deboarded. Now I have the window all to myself :p but I wasn't sure where we were so I check the map and it pointed towards 'Mangalore'...and seems my destination is ~2 hrs from their. 

And then boom! I was transported to a memory because the bus was stopped at a circle and slowly moving to take a U turn....and what I see outside the window was "Papillon Palace", a name associated with a book someone introduced me to, my stay at that hotel on one of my birthday etc. As I am writing this, my breath is becoming heavy and tears are immerging. I wonder what is it that I am unable to let go or if I am resisting or in denial and why? To be honest, I am tired of myself. The only thing I feel I am capable of letting go, is my tears... they are flowing effortlessly.

Well, let me take my thoughts to the beach that I am gonna meet asa I deboard....I am so looking forward to the meet with those gushing sounds of waves, of winds of the change that makes its presence felt and also to implement "mission pure soul" something that I learned in Ultimate Health Challange by Vishal Saini which talks about how we counciously create our environment which leads us to our purpose and all the 7 steps in Between which is a concious thought and needs to be seeded....

And the funny is funny thing which also makes my heart feel lighter is, I haven't booked return ticket yet...though I might head back on Monday...but not having too much advance planning helps me to ease a bit and I am loving it ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ’ž, even though there is a pile of office work for this quarter and visitors and family visiting and me travelling later in the quarter...it's all back to back!

I am also  excited and looking forwards to  weekend trip to nearby temples with my host's family and maybe just the feeling of being home with a maa, papa, friends like sisters, late night saree modelling and crazy laughter....I am not sure how it is going to be this time but will go with the flow....

If time and other things permit, I would like to go further ahead and visit elephants high campsite too and spend some quiet ime, all by myself in the  secluded space...๐Ÿคž

This trip is for you Tan! Even Gemini said 'May you get all your answers from the gushing waves"


(6:45 am)

Dropped my bags and Here I am!!

Path that leads me and I am already drawn to the sound of waves..my heart beating as if it's going to meet it's beloved...

And the first sight!

The very first step...

And the greetings....

And becoming a part of it...




Wednesday, October 8, 2025

'Jetlag' turned a blessing

(7th oct)

Landed yesterday 2:30 am and touched home only by 5 am...after breakfast, thought to complete a few tasks onhand and then turned to bed to take some rest, set an alarm for 45 mins...only to realize that those 45 mins became 90+ mins and I wokeup with a shock and looked outside the window to figure out if it's the same day or next..๐Ÿ™†.

Found some comfort in knowing it is just the evening...same day

I later, got busy with unpacking and sorting laundry, etc, took shower and lit a lamp later in the evening to feel some life around. Everything felt surreal as if time was a gimmick - all the planning, shopping, rush, prepared leading up to my travel and this time post travel! Uff! A lot for me and these thoughts of vaccum or isolation appears in the peak of those jet lagged awakend hours where one would feel no less than a night Owl ๐Ÿฆ‰!

After dinner, I went upstairs to realize that it's Sharad Purnima, my mom's most favourite festival...for some reason:) and I also associate with it for one of my most dear memory of travelling with parents to Shimla and on our way back, during a halt at Delhi guest house, all of my parent's friends gathered upstairs to boil milk and prepare kheer on the night of Sharad Purnima ...I believe that was the most happy memory from my childhood, of my parents being happy together :)๐Ÿคž๐Ÿ’•

Sitting there at the terrace and just staring at the vibrant peaceful moon is one of my favourite activity to indulge in...for some reason a devine calmness takes over me. I had no phone with me and purely me and the quietness of the still night. I loved it. 

If given a chance, I would have loved to lay on terrace, all thru the night...adoring the full moon. At a certain moment, I reflected in the stark difference from that of the west world, filled with lights, colors mad rush to this quite night, all to myself. And my heart filled with gratitude that I am blessed beyond words ro be witnessing and living this reality.

At 10 pm, slight unwillingly I went back to my room to sleep and then woke up at 3 am ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ™†...I don't know what was happening and I was fully awake...

I got out of my bed and headed out of house to see a sky full of stars....such magical view and there was a corner of my varandah from where I could see a bright lit sky but the source was not visible and I rushed to the terrace to see the full moon, now shining brightly on the west side. So on my right was starts in constillation and left was this bright moon. A sense of joy filled me. There was also a small bowl of surgery milk that my neighbour had placed as a offering to the moon...and I remembered that event if my childhood and since then, mom always tells me to have kheer on that night or next morning but I have left taking milk since a month and was left with no choice but to just open my mouth wide open and take the blessed air in. Yeah, I might sound crazy, and yes, I am๐ŸŒน

I spent almost half an hour there at the terrace, sometimes just adoring and talking with moon and starts or laughing at the imagination that if this was US, I would have been shot by some snipper saying a thief was on terrace or I never knew it some neighbours were watching me and thinking I have gone mad ..๐Ÿ™ˆ. I just remembered a song that explains my feelings of that moment...how the lead actress feels in this song : chaya hai jo dil pe...(Yeah, too filmy). I also thought about how a women's menstrual cycle is and should be matching that of the waxing or waning moon...and in that quietness I was adoring my body for being what it is and thanked it too for being such coperative one across countries, in different landscapes and food availablity or lack of it.๐Ÿ™

Later I got back to my room and started practicing malaasana, completed watching the pending recordings of GoNature naturopathy classes that I missed due to my travel. I walked backwards for 20 cycles and also had an amazing hunza tea.

I loved this productiveness without the burdened if being one....which was so new to me. I felt thrilled and more willing to then get ready for work :).

I had lived the best part of my day already and the rest was a bonus.

So yup, the jetlag became my blessing for witnessing and spending those magical moments  with Moon.

Monday, October 6, 2025

Wish you were here...

 The last movie of my this trip SFO DXB BLR was - 

"Wish you were here" and I sobbed uncontrollably, again!!!

I think the mistake I was repeating - looking for com in the Rom and ended-up being in sob!.๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ™ˆ 

Well, it was a beautiful love story, one that of courage to love and stand by it...what broke me down was the last message (a background voice from the lead character, who died), and left a message for the actress's future husband...

I guess when death knocks at our door, it gives way to be more real and accepting of some of those bitter realities of life...

Well, I am back in the home country and missing my beloved idlis....at this odd hour of ~3: 40- 5:24 am ๐Ÿ’ƒ.

And yes, no matter how glorified it gets whether one gets buisness class travel, Mercedes Benz car pickup and drops etc....Home. is. home....and so is the motherland. 

I missed home more and more this time. It din't matter if I am in the most ancient hotel, at the 12th floor opp. Union square...my heart longed to be back in India.

May be seeing the disturbing evolving landscape of politics, fear that filled the spaces with the winds that blew; utterly degraded life of humans (addicts laying on roads, unattended, completely lost...) something in me was dieing everyday.

Well, I am blessed to be born in the lap of divine Bharat Maa๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒน

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How I celebrated my own arrival ... Munching the 6th piece of the limited chocolate...๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•



Saturday, October 4, 2025

Hummingbirds (Every Little thing)

Just a few days before my travel to States, one morning when I was in my office cab, stuck in traffic, I turned to my left and thru the window, I noticed a tiny little bird swinging on an insulated electrical wire. 

Not sure if it was the tiny form of that bird amidst the location i.e. dusty surroundings, filled with concrete jungle, honking sounds all around and lifelessness of mundane busy world! But it captured my attention such that I couldn't takeaway my eyes off, until my cab moved and I lost that view... But was unwillingly preparing myself that the bird will fly off....

I asked myself, why I felt that strong connection with it? And which bird was it? And I would have started to compare my thoughts and feelings with that of the bird.... Does she feels scared, being all by itself? Or see seeing world differently than me? Etc. 

Was it a humming bird?

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On my loooong onwards flight, I watched a movie - 'passport to love'; after finishing, I switched to a documentary named - Every Little thing. At first, I didn't know what it was about but I liked the name and then read the note about it - Author and wildlife rehabilitator Terry Masear dedicates her life to saving injured hummingbirds in Los Angeles. Her compassion and empathy serves as a reminder that grace can be found in the smallest of acts and the tiniest of creatures..and I was sobbing at the end of it. I learned a lot about love, compassion and selfless care, be it to another human or a bird.

Long after I deboarded and checked-in to my hotel, a few message from that movie stayed with me and were reminded of, either by directly the hummingbirds appearance in my surroundings or some conversations or a image on a wallpaper or some surfaces...

- Humming birds flutter 50 times per second and balance their body's vertically, horizontally and on the diagonals and are enchanting begins, how can they not be in some other relm?

I continued to share my experience about the movie with my colleagues etc. 

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Day 4th of my trip, it was a slightly rainy morning but a pleasent day, I booked a taxi for my office drop and as I entered it, I see a decorative peice hanging at the rearview mirror, and I was left absolutely dumbstuck!

I started chatting with the driver as he has a shimmery cover on his steering wheel and the hand rest but my heart and eyes were at the decorative piece. I told the driver about my calling about Humming birds and about the takeaways from the movie...

He also shared that spotting different birds had some meaning to it in native culture at Mexico (his home) and I agreed...

And when I was getting down, the driver asked : Sanorita...Do you want this?

Me : utterly shocked at his generosity, replied that no, it's beautiful with you and I don't want to take that always from you...

He insisted that he keeps getting those from Mexico carnivals, so no big deal.

Me: then, please do makesure to get one soon. And yes, ok I am happy to take it.

He: handing me the precious piece...

And in return, I have him a pen that had the engraving " thank you for being Awesome".

Can anyone guess what I got??


A beautiful, vibrant humming bird....and I am in love with it!

Thank you ๐Ÿ’•

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Today, I had plans to meet my first friend in US and while waiting for my cab, I spotted a beautiful hummingbird sucking nectar from a bunch of flowers and later, my friend showed a tiny water fall which attracts a lot of humming birds as that's their favourite activity :)