THE SUBTLE EFFECTS OF PERFORMING GARBA IN AN UNSATTVIK AND A SATTVIK MANNER! Garba originally derives from the concept of ‘Garbhadeep’ (a lamp placed inside a vessel symbolising the womb). It is an extremely sattvik (spiritually pure) and spiritual dance festival. In the traditional form, an idol of the Goddess or a ghat (a sacred … Continue reading Garba : Satvik vs Unsatvik
Mother
A Vow of Devotion!
A nine day period of festive devotion mustn’t remain a silent devotion to the Mother Goddess. There’s more to devotion than the idolatry as one must identify the various forms of feminine energy around .
Yet Again….(part 18)
She…. Yet again…. She’s a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother. a grandmother…… She’s young….. She’s aging…. She exists!
Healing for a Voiceless Mother to be! (A Healer’s Diary)
Reiki Greetings to all 🙏🏻🙌🏼 Sharing yet another Seva experience: On Sunday 28th June as I was leaving the Sanatan Dharam temple premises after a religious event I found this stray black cat walking with a limp near our car. She looked up at us and then just stood. She had some injury over its … Continue reading Healing for a Voiceless Mother to be! (A Healer’s Diary)
A Father’s Final Journey!
DEATH!The truest fact of life!The most feared eventuality of life!Losing one’s own is always so harsh and when you are a daughter and denied acts of deserving its harsher.It is time for a revolution in the Asian society! HER EMOTIONS : His Last Journey By Sikiladi She cared and still cares Her own, her parents … Continue reading A Father’s Final Journey!
Stages of Motherhood!
published in The Asian Weekly, Edition 818 Stages of Motherhood! She….A Mother…. At any age….of life’s stage…. She exists!
She’s a Mother….
She…. A mother….. Engulfs a world within herself…. She exists!
She’s a Liar!
Looks can be decieving they say. Are they right? Read on to find out if you know her enough......
She Plays!
Grief!
Grief never dies! Grief claims a large part of the mind. It may appear as memory but it teases the strings of emotions lying bundled up very carefully in the deepest core of the heart. This was grief, holding on to her like an everlasting accessory of life.
