Namaste!

In our Hindu culture, when it comes to receiving blessings we believe in folding our hands or touching the elders' feet. It is known to impart the necessary benediction for one's progress and welfare.

As a teen, I would always jeer at this tradition cause that was the age when raging hormones were being produced in plenty. It gave rise to my confidence thanks to the ego that lay beneath it. Life was an adventure in every nook. It was fearless, conquerable although that would raise the eyebrows of my parents who maybe knew where this would end thus, would either stay quiet or say an extra prayer for me.


Meeting Indian elders' was not a mere Hello but either folding hands and doing a namaste or touching their feet. The latter I did not believe in, so opted for the former. I do admit there were times I would just mumble the word beneath my breath and barge into their homes.


Anyways, fast forward.

Time flew, and I realized the importance of good wishes. Maybe the failure to reach my goals made me want to crave for it. Maybe I had reached my potential and needed a push from there after. Maybe the desire to touch the sky and be limitless wanted me to secretly have that super-pill that was actually very easy if I could only discard my ego and be ready to either touch the feet of elders or do a mere namaste with my hands locked.

Patience is more than a virtue since I realized being humble is another quality that can make you walk that extra mile. Anyways, I went ahead and embraced both. I admit I have not touched the sky or reached where I want to in this lifetime, but the happiness, the satisfaction, the contentment I receive when I receive a nod and hand over my head or shoulder. The energy is just mind blowing. It rejuvenates me and fills me up with positivity to go ahead with my day.


Attaching the Science behind the Namaste and the Touching of feet.




Mantra for today: It takes a lot of courage to push that ego aside. 


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This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. The sentence is “When it comes to blessings…” and it’s an extra-special week because we’re linking up with the Blessings Month with Tuesday Ten and #1000Speaks for Compassion. Write about “When it comes to blessings…” or Ten Ways I can bless people… or Ten Ways I am Blessed…

Expecting, Again?

"Why are you knitting, again, Sara?" John asked with curiosity in an intense expression as he unlocked the front door and entered after a long day at work.

"Shhh. Lower your voice John. The kids just went to sleep."

John paused.

Those tiny shoes made him nervous since just about eight months ago, kid number 3 had outworn them. His wife had this fondness to knit prior to each one's birth, and to see her repeat that process started giving him palpitations.

Halted in his step, but could not contain his curiosity, again.

He gulped, reflected upon, "We used protection this time. I am sure about it." he rambled around the room while the wife held a constant smile.

Finally, she gave in, "This is not for us!"

He plopped next to her with a big Sigh!

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Johnny and Mommy

Johnny, Johnny!
Yes, Mommy

What are you doing?
Nothing, Mommy


Telling lies?
No, Mommy

Open your hand. Aha! caught you redhanded!

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I realize this post is very elementary, but Johnny refused to leave my mind when I read the prompt :)

Took me back to my kid's toddler days when I would sneak upon him, and catch him in the 'act'
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The Morning Newspaper

"Jeez! I can't find it again," yelled Mike as he was tossing the pillows, looking beneath the cushions and under the couch in desperation.

A silent Annie stood at a distance watching all the drama that would occur each morning.

Finally, she took it out from a drawer, and tip toed towards her agitated husband who went from furious to a frenzy.

"Why in the name of God do you secretly place the morning newspaper in some random drawers?" he asked in a bitter tone.

The wife replied with an upbeat emphasis, "We have fragile lives living with us. The least we can do is protect them from these harsh headlines."


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A Brutal World...

"Jessica don't grate your brain cells over it. What is done is done!" advised mom over the phone to her girl who had entered the corporate world after her graduation.

She was loving the freedom but would curb into her cell when a mistake would occur.

"Mom, he was so rude. I could not help it." she continued with a sob.

Mom could not disagree one bit thus defended her, "I can understand my love!" and she continued, "What you don't know is that this world can be hell at times too. Glad you are getting a piece of it at this tender age. You will shine like a diamond after experiencing all of it." she assured with gentle words.

That conversation helped calm Jessica's nerves as she hung up with a soft, "I Love you, Mom!"

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A World beyond Fiction

Many times I have been questioned about my transition from a Biochemist to becoming a Writer. 

Why?

What happened?

"Biochemistry is all about logic, train of thought and science that actually makes sense. And now you are in a non-sense field."

Sure, that is not a pleasant thing to say, but then I wonder we all are living in a world of fiction where tomorrow is uncertain and yesterday was full of drama, and emotions while today is a rinse and repeat of yesterday.

So technically we all are getting our feet soaked in this non-sense world. The only difference is that I am penning down my thoughts thus, allowing my mind to think beyond while others have it all muddled in their heads as they think, and think of what is bothering them and not being able to come to a conclusion!

We currently live in a world that is surrounded by lies, and myths and what stranger can it get beyond this!

The only difference is that a handful of us can translate that fiction via words while there is a majority that keeps it all within them cause they are always in loss of words thus, jumping fences like a Duracell bunny in the hope of getting a solution to their battles within. 

Nothing is stranger than fiction since we all living it, breathing it, unaware most of the times and when questioned a very personal yet fundamental question, "How are you doing?"

Many ponder over it and wonder how exactly they have been doing!

Seriously!

Do we need people to ask us the above to make us actually mull over?

My 2 cents

How strange can it get beyond this? How much torture can a man endure besides living in a world of uncertainty?

Mantra for today: Let's live beyond fiction by being determined of our today. 

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Sacred Space

Morris squealed,"Get out you wrinkled hairy creature!"

The girl panicked and ran out of that four by four space that was her shrine, and NO one was allowed in there!

As she stood outside her sacred space, she was in tears while pondering over the invasion that was an intrusion into her privacy.

"I shall investigate and get to the bottom of this!" she said while wiping her tears and banging her right fist to her left palm.

While at a distance, a set of giggles could be heard that were secretly hiding the cage in their backpack.

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