Discover the Writer in You

  The coffee queue smelled like burnt sugar and office small talk. I held my cup like a talisman while Tara swiped a sugar packet between two fingers, watching the steam rise as if it might carry answers. “Neeraj says it’s harmless,” I said, sliding my phone across the table toward her. “But I don’t know.” Her brows lifted. She read the single, stark line on my screen and blinked, as if the words had slapped her awake. If you talk to other women here, I will kill you. From: unknown.sender19@protonmail.com To: varun.p@brightline.com She laughed once—short, a little disbelieving. “Dramatic,” she said. “Very dramatic.” “It arrived to my office mail,” I said. “Was directed there. Not spoofed from some corporate server. Private address, anonymous routing.” Tara folded her napkin, the movement precise. “Someone’s playing games.” “Someone’s doing it well,” I said. “And someone knows my schedule. The times line up with when I actually talk to people.” She tapped the screen. “Maybe it’s a...

हवा हूँ हवा हूँ बसन्ती हवा हूँ ➖ इठलाती बल खाती अनोखी सदा हूँ हवा हूँ हवा हूँ बसन्ती हवा हूँ ➖ कभी बागों से होकर कभी फूलों से मिलकर सरसराकर, पेड़ों की बाहों से अक्सर दिखती नहीं, बस बिखरती सदा हूं हवा हूँ हवा हूँ बसन्ती हवा हूँ ➖ कभी तेरे आंचल को होले से छू कर तेरी काली लटों से मैं खेलूं यूं हंसकर देखो जो मुड़कर मैं दिखती कहां हूं हवा हूँ हवा हूँ बसन्ती हवा हूँ ➖ तेरी सासों की डोरी पे धीमे से चढ़ कर तेरे खून की गर्दिश में साथी इक बन कर तेरी रूह के सागर में लहरें उठा कर तुझे गहरे से छू कर तेरे सपनों को बुन कर होती मैं तुझसे  हर पल जुदा हूं ➖ हवा हूँ हवा हूँ बसन्ती हवा हूँ ➖ इठलाती बलखाती अनोखी सदा हूँ हवा हूँ हवा हूँ बसन्ती हवा हूँ ➖

  Surrender is the essence of real life. Think about it. Who makes the decisions in your life? You do. But in what state? A false one. Your mind is clouded, restless, tangled in endless thoughts. You are caught between to do or not to do, uncertain and torn. But when peace settles in, when thoughts fade away, in that stillness , there is no need to decide. The decision is already there. You simply rise and walk—without questioning whether to walk or not. This pure state of thoughtlessness comes through surrender. When you recognize the limits of your intellect, the boundaries of your understanding, When you let go of your ego and place everything in His hands, and say, from the depths of your heart— Whatever Your will. Whatever Your will. Whatever Your will. With this, you finally settle down. You have a mental clarity that you have never known before. Now, you are like a spotless mirror . You reflect reality without distorting it. You are home again.