The One who makes the thunder roar and simultaneously hears a butterfly sigh; the One into whose ears fall all our ardent prayers for She hears even the footsteps of a tiny baby ant; That Empress alone is the Writer, the Written and the Reader. In eternal service of that Supreme Divinity. Happy Reading! Love and Light. Jai Shri Hari💕✨
Life : A Walking Shadow or a...
A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Pain, Healing and Impermanence
It is this non-synchronicity of emotion and action, that defines us as an adult....
Epitome of Bhakti and Manifestation of the...
Everything is Devi! The experiencer, the experience, the thing that we experience. All Devi!...
Music, Love, God and Spiritual Bliss
The absence of love is indeed the absence of God. God dwells in the...
Vairagya and Love : An Anecdote and...
Vairagya isn’t really about caring about ourselves before others. It is realising that there...
