Monthly Archives: February 2017

Book Review: Open-Eyed Meditations

Book:  Open-eyed Meditations

Author: Shubha Vilas

Publisher: Fingerprint publishing (2016)

Paperback: 280 pages

Genre: Spiritual/Self-help

Rating:4.2/5

Book Review: Open-Eyed Medtitations

Book Description:

Open-eyed Meditations is a beautiful compilation of thoughts wherein each meditation takes you on a journey to the past, bringing a secret herb to heal a problem of the present.
A true distillation of ancient wisdom tips for modern lives, this unique self-help book uses the wisdom of the Ramayana and the Mahabharata to solve your everyday problems.
Beyond the storyline, something deeper is waiting to be discovered from these ancient texts. This book is an attempt to uncover the hidden layer of wealth that is cleverly packaged within the commonly known storylines.

Review:

Yoga has become the trend of today’s age. However, yoga isn’t just for health, and the peace of mind. Yoga can also help in improving our relationships, and other aspects of life. Open-eyed Meditations talks about practical spirituality useful in daily life. In closed-eyed meditation, we focus on our inner self; this book contemplates life problems through the understanding offered by the ancient texts. Continue reading Book Review: Open-Eyed Meditations

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Where’s Papa?

Nina ate with her mouth closed, took care that very few crumbs fell on the table around her plate. She did her homework on time. She even cleaned her room.

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

Papa did not return home early. Not even after she called him to tell him about her best behaviour.

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Four days! She hadn’t seen Papa for four long days. He came after she slept. And went to the office before she woke up.

She decided to catch him tonight. She wouldn’t sleep that night. Not early at any rate.

“No,” she said when mommy tried to force her into bed. “It won’t matter if you switch off the TV. I’ll just sit staring at it.”

At 8.30 she started fidgeting. Nobody worked at office till 8.30, did they? She stifled a yawn, and played with Smelly, her teddy. At 8.45, she had to physically pull her eyelids, so that they didn’t close. No use. The next thing she knew, it was 9; she was in her bed, and Papa already gone to work for the day.

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She would catch him before he left. Waking up in the morning was easy. During school days, she woke up at 7.30. She would do it now. She set up an alarm clock for 4 O’ clock. No way Papa would ever leave before that.

Tears trickled down her cheeks the next morning, when her mum said, “why would you set up the alarm at 4? Your poor father couldn’t sleep after it woke him.”

If her Papa couldn’t sleep, the least he could have done was wake her up.

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This was a part of my assignment at a Flash Fiction Workshop. The task was to write three paragraphs/incidents which could be interchanged chronologically.

Let me know whether you like it or not. Your encouragement makes my day, and criticism makes my writing 🙂

Alone with nature

Bliss at Kala Dungar
Kala Dungar, Kutch

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous – to poetry.
― Thomas Mann

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