Application of knowledge

Decades ago, when my dad had just completed his engineering degree — the highest level of education that anyone had ever achieved in his family back then — he used to be a chubby young man. One afternoon, at home in Delhi after years away in hostel, he was lying side by side chatting with … More Application of knowledge

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The struggling vine

Like a storm in a tea cup, I am currently caught up in an internal tornado that those around me are perhaps oblivious of. The ghosts of the past have been raked up and, like flying cars and planks in a real-life cyclone, are flying dangerously about, threatening to knock me out in old karmic patterns.  A few days ago, I … More The struggling vine