My musings

Love, that sweet nectar—one taste and you’re craving more.When your cup empties,most move on to sample something new.But some refuse another sip.They say that first sweetnesswas the only one worth tasting.Who’s right?The ones who drink widely,or those who thirst for only one?I won’t say.Each tongue knows its own hunger

One evening before the electricity had gone off, Raya was busy trying to read a story in her English textbook. The homework was “What do you understand from the story ‘Kutchu and His Glasses’?” The story of Kutchu and his glasses is an old tale in Indian study material that you will find many children have read throughout the years. It is a warm story of a grandfather who forgot where he placed…

Raya was still asleep at 7 AM and had not started to get ready for school. Raya’s mother was furious. “Raya, wake up, dear! It’s time for school! If you don’t wake up, I am going to get angry.” “OK, Mummy, I will get up soon.” Raya, still asleep in her bed, was being poked on her cheek. Jolting awake, she saw a long pencil with a hand at the end of it. It was her cousin brother Krishna…

Up.Down.Change remains. I know.Buddha knew.Still—it stings. Not drift—thrive. Hold less.Need less.Want less. Notice the urge.See the pull.Let it pass. Want less.Live more.

Run from your discomfortRun from your distrustRun from your painRun from your anxietyRun from your thoughts telling you all is no good. Run! Run until you feel you can stop yourself.Run! until you feel you can face your discomfort.Run! until you stand up to your thoughts. See them as the illusion they are.Trapped inside them is you. Run until your feeling of pain passes,that extreme shyness to…

Do you enjoy your work?I’m asking sincerely — to everyone who wakes up, gets dressed, and logs into or walks into a 9-to-5 job every day. I’ll be honest: I don’t enjoy mine.And it’s not just the work itself — it’s the voice in my head that comes with it. My Mind at Work It sounds something like this: “You’re doing a lousy job — they’ll fire you soon.” “You can’t even handle the simplest…

Felina always thought she was decent at her job—reliable, consistent, and capable of delivering results on time. When her manager asked her to join a new AI/ML team, she felt both honored and excited. After all, Artificial Intelligence was the frontier of innovation, and this opportunity could be career-defining. But there was one catch—Felina knew nothing about AI or machine learning. Still,…

If I were a tree,I would stand stilland observe the world. I would breathe in opposite of man in the morning,while resting like man at night. Truly, a wonder how I support a manto continue living on this planet that we both cherish. I would watch as my leaves bloom in spring, summer,change colors in falland wither and die in winter. I see man struggle in his pain and miseries,and joyful…

Maya wiped sweat from her brow as she sorted through the dusty boxes in her uncle’s attic. That’s when she spotted it—a spherical object wrapped in faded velvet. “What even is all this junk?” she muttered, unwrapping a perfectly round crystal ball. Maya shook it, expecting snow globe action. Nothing. “Is this from Crystal Maze?” she wondered, thinking of her uncle’s favorite game show. After…

Chapter 1: The Day the World Forgot Her Callie Morris felt she lived a mundane life. At twenty-five, she had landed what others called a “dream job” as a software engineer at a big tech company, yet she found herself wondering if there was more to life than work, and more work. She wanted to live, travel, and experience what the world had to offer beyond her computer screen. Every morning, she…

Sam – the strong, loyal, gentle hero Sam was dreading this moment. She had dreaded it for years—as though a lifetime had passed since the fellowship was born. She knew this moment would come. A moment of weakness, or a moment of strength. She hoped—desperately—that it would be the latter. She asked Frodo to throw the Ring into Mount Doom. But there was Frodo, completely succumbed to…

Tears fell as Madam Butterfly was being handcuffed and taken away by the police.How she got to this point, she didn’t even know. At 54, Madam Butterfly had long settled into her quiet rhythm. She wore black every day—practical dresses with fitted leggings beneath—and every morning, before unlocking the library doors, she would gently adjust the framed photo of her late uncle. He had saved her…

Mayumi sat in her modest kitchen in the early morning light, a half-drunk cup of green tea warming her hands. The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound accompanying her thoughts. Two photographs were tucked into the corner of the refrigerator door, held up by a cherry blossom magnet—one slightly curled at the edges, the other crisp and newer. In the first photo, Mayumi stood beside Eze at a…