Skip to main content

You are the awesome fighter


You will definitely think about the heading of my writing. Truly I am writing for my joy in such pandemic situation.  I am writing 'cause it will make me calm. Whole day I was listening Bhagbat Gita. Amid the great battle Arjun was in dilemma.  He was lucky enough to have a friend like Shri Krishna. The important point of whole conversation was how to achieve calmness,  peace and how to put yourself in the actions without any attachment,  and hope for the result.  We have to act ,may it be from mind ,thought or body. We can not stop our action.  But when our action will be free from ego, attachment and the dream of results it can be pure. SHRI Krishna inspired to focus over the action and joys of doing something.  And now in such battle like situation calmness can strengthen our inner Self to be discipline and think right thing.

Have a good and safe day.
Be calm and peaceful. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Chirps

  Under the blue sky, I could do many things for survival. I was in fear. The brown kite was soaring around. Its wings were massive, and I recalled the day when it was about to jump over me and catch me. Thanks to that old lady of the rooftop garden. I hid myself under her newly curated green plants, and her presence there saved me. Now this rooftop garden became my home, and I chirp here for the old lady whom I have heard that my chirps were a song for her.
Post a Comment
Read more

The chirps

 Listened the chirps of morning birds, waked up, life seemed easy... Life of a writer is not  easy. Writing is hard. Self doubts will make you cripple.  Self learning is most important.  ************** Give food to birds. They will be happy. The sun is rising up and up and on  it's journey. ***** Ideas are cunning. They always play hide and seek game.  *****  Brainstorming is difficult. 
Post a Comment
Read more

An Evening's Solace

 It was evening, like any other, heavy with quiet despair. As I walked home, I shed the day’s office burdens, letting them drift into the dusk. The unnamed trees along the footpath stood tall, their green leaves glowing in the fading light, a silent beauty. Birdsong filled the air, the final chirps before night’s rest, weaving life into the world around me. I paused at the bustling marketplace, picking out a chocolate for my daughter. Her smile bloomed in my mind, and my heart swelled—I was, in that moment, the best mother in the whole world. Arriving home, I heard the familiar creak of the gate as my daughter flung it open, her eyes alight with joy over the chocolate gift. She spilled stories of her day, from school adventures to tales shared with her grandma, my mother-in-law, each slice-of-life moment enchanting my weary soul. Night drifted in, the moon casting a gentle smile across the sky. In the puja room, the diya flickered before the altar, its golden glow dancing with the ...
Post a Comment
Read more