Holi – A Riot of Colors and Pure Nostalgia
Holi Through the Heart: A Journey of Inner Evolution
Why am I here
Divine Holi
Tiger Eyes
She
Stories/Novellas Tale nostalgia Meeta was barely ten years old and Richa eight. They had never stayed away from their parents. Their father’s maternal cousin, Mangesh who retired as a Colonel, his
Poetry Before Jhansi Rani took up the sword, Velu Nachiyar’s name was heard and adored. Born of Ramnad, Tamil Nadu’s light, A queen who rose for freedom’s fight. Trained like a
Poetry To my young studentsI am demonstratingDistillation and double distillationProcess of separationProcess of purificationExploiting the differencesin relative volatilityIsn’t this lifeDistillation of wordsDistillation of speechDistillation of thoughtsDistillation of karmasI am teaching life
Article and essay To be alone is to be in solitude. It is a pleasant state to be alone. It is a boon. It opens the door to greater self-awareness. You can focus
Artwork There is full world inside the drops – Elixir of Life
Poetry Rolling down, Making hues and sounds, Becoming round and round The stones….. Sometimes a part of hills, Sometimes on the underneath surface, Some raising their heads in gushing waters, Stones
