In search

Silent Prayer I ask mum if she thinks that too many people have died this year or is it just my perception. She just sighs and says maybe the seasons have been harsh for the weak and the old. Its the passing of a generation, I concede, gazing at the patterns on the table lost, each in our own deep morbid thoughts. I reflect, on how the days of our glorious past have become history today. What we did in the past are buried deep grave of memories. All that is seen today are cold monumental epitaphs with engraved letters that will fade in time. We cannot love one thing too much because it doesn’t last forever. How many tears have we shed, how many graves have we dug and filled, how many ashes have we scattered with love, longings and despair? We are today born out of what we did yesterday, yet it cannot be the same tomorrow because of what we did today. And so lets rest the heavy burdens of our aching souls today and wish each other good night and peace. Lets hope we may see each other ag

 The HImalayas Having grown up on the beautiful lap of Himalayas, the omnipresent sight of the mountains has always brought joy and peace into my heart. Later I was told that the people of my tribe hold the mountains sacred and pray to the mountains. They said it is the source from where all things begin and end, and it’s the doorway to the fabled Mayal Lyang (paradise) of the Lepchas where time has no beginning and end. In the initial part of my life I never tried to understand what the mountains meant in my life or why it meant so much to me. I only knew that every time I looked at the glorious Kanchenjunga my heart would leap with joy when I was sad, it would calm me when shaken and confused, and help me reach to the sacred part of myself that I now call soul. I revere the mountains because of its beauty and magnificence. It shows me how pure, sacred and pristine it is covered in a halo of snow. Its so beautiful and yet stands alone, unmoved in solitude with unmatched