Category: Blissful Notes
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I sit at my desk of my high-rise office building and watch the clouds float on a crisp winter day, forming a canopy in the blue sky that reminds me of the tapestry of nature. As I take a deep breath, stretch and relax, as a part of my Pomodoro technique, I study the cloud…
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I wake up with my hands between my thighs, and waiting for the morning sun to say a ‘hello’, realizing nothing much would happen other than just another day to pass-by, I feel I could do something better. Waking up, I realize that something special is coming up fast. It would be a New Year…
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It is a funny feeling when you are encountered with the same situation more than once. You think (or shout out) aloud saying – I have been here before. The situation could be anything, whether you are visiting the same place twice or maybe even experiencing a Déjà vu. But in a deeper conversation, I…
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It might be my first move towards writing non-fiction and I don’t mean to fib, by writing about a subject that had been in my mind for quite some time; a doggedness. Perhaps, I could write non-fiction after all. I wanted to write about ‘Gratitude’. You ask this question about Gratitude to a brusque, even…
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Meditation is an art of doing nothing. Its total de-concentration. And, what do we get? I was curious what the ChatGPT app had to say about the benefits of meditation. The response was almost instant, as if it had a ‘Theta’ mindset. It stretched out a neat five seconds summary. What astonished me was that…
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As I fly high, up in the sky, I witness a new landscape, a new horizon, a vastness. It is not a mirage. It is, just untouched by me before. I follow a pattern, a murmuration, of those who have flown before me, Because, I cannot be thus lost in oblivion. The sky is not…
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In an unwarranted world, nurtured by hope, grows a tiny sapling. Amidst the chaos in the concrete outlook, the (now) tree appears to be a blessing. My doubts bellows fear that the tree might appear as a recluse in its surroundings. An object of scorn. Perhaps in the beginning, but, not in the continuum. Because,…
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The stillness of water is akin to our internal peace. A mind where we live free; free from any anxieties bought forth by life, both past and future. A plume of feather, perhaps the tiniest and with hardly any tender, innocent bristles on it, can form miles and miles of ripples in stillness. Look, how…
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It’s a humid summer, full moon evening of the 16th of July, and the day we celebrated Guru Purnima at The Happiness Center, Sharjah. I remember to this day, when the Art of Living (AOL) center was renamed as ‘The Happiness Center’, at the advice of Gurudev Sri Sri Ravishankar ji, whose enchanted presence at…
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When I’am lost, I would often listen to the song “Where is my mind?” by Nada Surf. There is a certain delectable pleasure in that song, as it triggers my neurotransmitters and transforms me instantly. While songs are in general, a great escapism from stress and boredom, there are some unfortunate ones’ who try other…
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