Rakesh was an ordinary man working in a small city office — but lately, nothing about his life felt ordinary anymore.Every day, he returned home with the same weary face — tired eyes, clenched jaw, and a heart full of frustration. His mind was constantly filled with one thought: “Everything falls on my shoulders —… Read More »
I had gone to the passport office in Delhi to get a passport for a friend. In those days, there was no facility to fill out forms online. The passport office was rife with touts and agents, who openly charged money to sell, fill, submit, and finally secure the passport. My friend needed the passport… Read More »
Long ago, when both gods and demons were in pursuit of immortality, a profound question shook the very balance of the universe—is the essence of life merely power, or does immortality mean something else entirely? The gods were weary; the demons had grown strong. But Lord Vishnu proclaimed— “Until the Ocean of Milk is churned,… Read More »
The city of Suryapur awoke each morning not to the chirping of birds, but to a sound far more vital to its existence: the rhythmic, thundering heartbeat of Vikram Singh’s textile mill. Surya Textiles was not merely a factory; it was the city’s soul, a sprawling giant of brick and steel whose chimneys breathed life… Read More »
The air in Madras in the early 1930s hung heavy, not just with the scent of jasmine and the distant rumble of the sea, but with the unspoken expectations that draped themselves around every young girl. For 15-year-old Lalitha, these expectations coalesced into a wedding ceremony, a vibrant blur of traditions and blessings that marked… Read More »
Greetings and best wishes to all on Teachers’ Day. The Five Gurus: The First Guru: Mother, who gave us life. The Second Guru: Mother Earth, on whom we grew. The Third Guru: Father, whose finger we held. The Fourth Guru: Teacher, from whom we gained knowledge. The Fifth Guru: Spiritual Guide, whose grace we received.… Read More »
The Sculptor’s Choice In a village nestled between emerald hills, a master sculptor hunted for stone. The jungle yielded two candidates: Stone A: Pristine marble with golden veins – perfect for deities Stone B: Rough granite – sturdy but plain As the sculptor’s chisel first kissed Stone A, it shrieked: “Stop! This pain will shatter me!” Moved… Read More »
This Too Shall Pass The evening sun bled crimson over the village when the wandering monk first saw the mansion. Its marble pillars gleamed like ivory teeth against the twilight. At the wrought-iron gates stood Anand—a man whose very name meant “joy”—grinning like a child who’d stolen sweets. “Maharaj!” Anand clasped the monk’s blistered feet.… Read More »
The Sage’s Quest: Where Do Sins Go? Once, a wise sage sat in deep meditation, pondering a profound question: “When people bathe in the Ganges to wash away their sins, where do those sins go? Does the holy river bear the burden of their misdeeds?” Driven by curiosity, he performed intense penance. The deities, pleased with… Read More »
The night was heavy. Thunder growled across the dark sky, and rain pelted mercilessly on the empty streets of the city. A cold wind weaved through the narrow lanes, howling like a restless spirit. Outside the gates of the city’s largest government hospital, an old man sat crouched on the wet ground, his frail body… Read More »