I grew up in a central suburb of Mumbai, called Dombivli and spent 23 years there. I went to school in Dombivli and later to college in Mulund, and for post-graduation, I went to Mumbai University at Kalina, which was manageable by train. The formidable years of schooling and college were spent studying in one of the two bedrooms in the house. We stayed on the first floor. The society, next to ours was very close and we could almost hear the arguments, discussions, television noise or arrival of guests in the houses on the first floor and they could hear everything that happened on our first floor. During the Ganpati festival, there were always elaborate rituals and aarti sessions that even we enjoyed listening to from their end. Still, there were also bitter arguments between family members that left us sad and fearful.
This is my world of penning down thoughts which keep fleeting in my mind. I realized that writing a few lines about topics that touch me or move me give me so much joy and help me release my frustration and stress if any. I have tried to address issues which are near to my heart. You all are welcome to share your thoughts on the topics and also suggest new topics to me for writing, which may be close to your heart!
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The divine intervention
The sole intention to start the spiritual group, Adhyatmwari in Germany was to give people a platform to practice their spiritual beliefs an...
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नादातुनी या नाद निर्मितो - 2 ।। श्रीराम जय राम जय जय राम ।। नाद निर्मितो मंगलधाम ।। श्रीराम जय राम जय जय राम ।। परब्रह्...
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Dear K, Yesterday it was your 26th birthday. How time flies! I remember taking you in my arms as a newborn, and my joy knew no bounds tha...
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My mother-in-law left for Pune today after spending two and a half months with us in Germany. And suddenly the house seems empty without her...