Losing Sleep.. A Conversation Between Father & Son

 Father .. Father why can't I go out and play there while other boys canFather... Father Son, he tells me you will know when you are a man.Father... Father … one of the boys who went out to play there, has hurt his knee,Son, that could have been you, the place wasn’t safe enough you see.Father... Father … Every boy has a shiny new toy, I want it too,Son, here you go, here is something different...

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Losing Sleep.. A Quest To Understand Life

After my last few experiences I have come to believe that our dreams are our guides or mentors from another dimension. It is a gift from the cosmos that we often end up neglecting. In discussions and talks with near and dear ones I was alwayd pointed out to be rigid in accepting that things change. Nothing could prepare me for what was to come. For the past quite a few months I...

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Losing Sleep.. A Quest To Understand Death

After my last post I was constantly consumed with the thought and concept of Death. While I have accepted the fact that it is a destination to which we all are headed at our own individual speed.Others may travel with us but the last leg of the journey we need to make it alone. No one has completed the journey and come back to tell us the tale about it. So how do we begin to understand death? I...

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Losing Sleep.. A Travel With No Regrets

I am traveling on a train headed to a destination I know nothing of. I am accompanied in my journey by my wife and my little one. As the train slowly pulls to stop towards a station, Unknown but there is something familiar about it. Suddenly I notice Papa (My Father) sitting on one of the benches with my mother. I am so happy to see him. I wave to him "Papa Idhar Aao" (Papa Come Here)...

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Losing Sleep.. In A Waking Dream

I feel her looking at me. Half smiling at me. I am in Agra at my Nani’s (maternal grandmother) house. I am facing the room on the floor directly above her room. I can feel her presence.  I ask Mamaji (Maternal Uncle) who is sitting on the floor outside the room …  “So why can't I marry her?”.  Receiving no response I ask again. Now I feel another presence....

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