Fiction / non-Fiction

A fearless mind revealed an unexpectedly beautiful world.

The Samudra Manthan has barely begun in my mind—even the poison Halahal hasn’t emerged, let alone the nectar.

I will be one among 400 million people visiting the Maha-Kumbh Mela in Prayagraj, India at the end of January 2025 (Nope, there is no typo here!).

I longed for his physical presence, but now he is gone.

I was very very emotional yesterday at Hrishikesh. I touched Ganga for the first time.

Opposite story… True. But the end result is the same. We learnt that there is merit in education in vernacular medium and that English creates an unnecessary class divide (in India).

It is neither a training nor a “how to” class. It is not about improving one’s habits. It is not a “cult” or spiritual preaching. It does not deliver knowledge.

Sorrow is one constant even in today’s high-speed new brave world flooded with social media.

I wrote Marathi article few years ago on my mostly non-professional experiences. However, some of my non-Marathi family members and friends requested this article to be translated in English. So, here you go!

I sense it every day! Mahabharat is my 4,000-year-old past that has prolonged itself to the present.