Home is a feeling…

Yes, nothing can be more truer than this.

Home is not a place but a feeling and wherever one connects with one’s inner self, is what one can call home. Whether it is having coffee with an old friend or a new acquaintance at a known coffee shop or a new place, or talking to God as you look heavenwards by the sea side and cry your heart out to Him, one can instantly feel at home in that space that thus gets created. And as we keep on simplifying our selves, by getting rid of unnecessary drama in our lives and getting to know ourselves better, we become more open  and flexible to embrace life as it is and find the best out of every struggle, challenge and situation.

I find myself in my home, in my birth town these days and its a fascinating feeling- to belong here and yet not feel too attached to this place; to be so deeply connected to this home and yet be disconnected on the surface. It makes me wonder that how we look at places and people around us changes with the passage of time. Once this home was the be all and end all of my existence. I have experienced life and my self so intensely within its four walls and yet even though I don’t live here anymore, I still experience so much more of myself whenever I enter those four walls even now. Guess the energy of where one is born, grows up, loses one’s parents, gets attached to new relationships in life is a perennial source of growth and learning.

And yet, I find a home wherever I go now. amongst  known and unknown places, old and new friendships, deep and intense connections with souls around me- it is all about me finding myself amid the maze of every experience that comes my way. I strongly believe that  the universe is your home and each and every corner of this world is yours, once you realize that your soul is your home. Its the safest place to reside, be and flourish. All else is an illusion.

till next time,

take care




Anatomy of passion

I feel passion is the single most potent force that rules this world and is the reason man has come way ahead of himself and his limitations to discover, invent and explore the impossible.

And as I go about trailing my passion for coffee, I realize that there’s a whole world  out there to know that I did not have any clue about and the farther I walk into this world roused by this new found passion, the more intriguing it becomes and more challenging to explore.

The different aromas of coffee, the myriad ways in which it can be made, the way different people perceive it, taste it & relish it- it’s a new learning curve for me and I am enjoying it to bits.

Coffee, for me in a raw way is a liquid part of my being. It’s one addiction I am mighty proud of and shamelessly on top of that. I have made some great friends over it and have had some life changing revelations while having it. God has spoken to me while I have been in bed with it and my soul has stirred to dispel so many of my illusions while sipping it- it’s almost a divine drink for me- nectar from heaven, I swear.

And that’s what is the anatomy of passion- it leaves you lusting for more; to follow the scent that it triggers and be ready to enter dense jungles & pursue unknown trails . It pushes you towards unfamiliar terrain and yet makes you fearless enough to tread it.

My biggest passion however, is love. To understand it fully and truly is what keeps me going and has, so far in life. It’s the entire circumference of my existence and my soul calling.

One may argue that love is a natural state of our being and to fall in love or be in love is what we are wired as humans to do . It’s what we are instinctively meant to do but I feel differently about it.

Unless something becomes or evolves to become a passion, it remains mediocre, normal, commonplace and undistinguished. It has to ascend to a higher status for it to possess you and wash you all over, day in & day out. It needs constant nurturing to grow beautiful, stunning and mature.

Writing is another great passion of mines. It’s like the air I breathe; the thing that keeps me sane & alive to the core. It’s my obsession with my self and the only way I have discovered the unknown parts of my soul. It’s my reason to be; my cosmos, my moon, my sun & my stars.

And the list goes on- friends, books, travel…

It’s fascinating to know that what we are passionate about , defines us- tells so much about us to others and to our own selves.

Passion is truly a driving force for leading a fuller, meaningful life and to know , follow, and nourish your passion is being your most authentic self. It’s the only way you will discover the Buddha in you. Keep your passions alive and watch your inner world shine.

till next time,

keep smiling



You are here- there’s nothing I fear…

Past few days, this thought has been deepening in my soulscapeb81d7dd69925d25634744b21c83cc64c and it just keeps growing each day, watered by my faith and trust in the goodness of life…in the divinity that has created this cosmos.
And when I look back, I realize that it has taken me many years & countless silent tears to ascend to this present state – of fearlessness. Of being safe with what I have become over the years ; of being smug within this cocoon of light that has broken in through the cave of my darkness.
Yes, I want more  – more of myself, more of what I can become, more of my own light to dazzle me and leave me stunned at myself – even blind me.
I want to drain out what I am capable of to the last drop and then fill it up again and then squeeze that too to the last bit and be in this process all my life.

It’s fascinating how we learn in life and how we respond to situations/ people/ circumstances depending on our own attitudes & perceptions which in turn are guided or rather nourished by our learning curve.
Yesterday, while I was at  ( my first) coffee cupping session here in Dubai, I realized that to taste twelve different flavors of raw, roasted coffee involves such fine distinction of the palate which must come with immense practice. My taste buds could not decipher the distinction so intently as some of the experts could. It all come down to the technique of tasting & experience which I clearly lacked. And it dawned on me that what I have learnt over the years is perhaps the fine distinction of my emotions. It has taken me age & innumerable approaches to decipher, analyse and understand my feelings – to accept them gently, allow them their space and to let them go when it is time. It’s not been an easy journey but then ascension of the soul is never an easy process.
We have to push our own limits to confront our authentic selves – to unleash what lies beneath – to be absolutely true to oneself.
These days, I hear this thought resonating in the corridors of my soul – “you are here, I have nothing to fear.” God knows and my soul too understands the reason for this thought and that is all that matters.

As long we are aware that what we are experiencing is what we chose & is the best for us, there’s nothing to fear.


till next time,
keep smiling