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28Dec 2019 by admin

Truth, Love and a Hindu Story

" Once upon a time, in spring, when the leaves were a tender green and the air was sweet with the scent of blossoms, all the butterflies in the valley gathered in the cool shade of a tree. They were having a conversation about light; some said it was like this, others like that, until one butterfly declared himself ready to go and find out what light really was. They all waited patiently for his return. When he came back, he said that the light was much too strong to allow anyone near it. But the butterflies weren’t satisfied with this answer and desired to know more. A second butterfly set forth and, when he got back, he told them that he had not been able to get near the…

Regarding That Box

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If you have ever looked for a job, you have probably come across a phrase at the description of the ideal candidate: “to think outside the box”. It’s almost like a publicity on the go, a perfect human of our times, the most advanced version of a current figure is someone who definitely and undoubtedly thinks outside the box. Is the box something bad, negative, and not desirable? The underlying promise is that outside this box, life is surely more interesting and unique. The box is not sexy, funny, or diverse. It’s rather common, plain and unsophisticated. Probably the same way are the people living in it? What the mainstream world is suggesting is that we have to escape this little, unattractive, usual box. This mainstream world does not have…

My Mother Coming Out

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“Would you like your daughter to be different?” She pauses. She takes a breath, she nods, and with inner resistance she admits, “Yes, in some parts yes”. That was my mother, once asked in a group of people to answer whether she likes me exactly as I am. This was a difficult and pivotal moment in my life. I was not prepared to listen to my mother speak for me in public, I was not afraid of it either. I think this was probably the first time she was doing that and I have never thought of this question being answered by her. Here I was, sat down at my chair, listening without any warning something that I have never thought of asking my mother directly, but what a question,…

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