The Unseen Threads of Kindness—A Reflection on Quiet Gifts from Family

Describe a positive thing a family member has done for you.

The Unseen Threads of Kindness
—A Reflection on Quiet Gifts from Family

In the tapestry of life, it is not always the bold strokes of action that leave the deepest impressions, but the quiet, consistent threads of presence and belonging. When asked to reflect upon a positive deed a family member has done for me, I find myself not with a single incident blazing in the mind’s eye, but rather with a gentle warmth—subtle, yet persistent—woven into the very fabric of my existence.

There are no grand narratives of surprise parties, dramatic rescues, or life-altering advice offered at the crossroads. And yet, I cannot say that my life has been untouched by the goodness of kin. Sometimes, the most profound support comes not from what is done, but from what is silently endured, understood, and upheld.

Take, for instance, the simple comfort of being known. The quiet confidence with which your tea is made just the way you like it, the way your silence is respected without demand for explanation, or the soft laughter shared in the spaces between sentences. These are not fireworks—they are candle flames. Steady, silent, reassuring.

To be surrounded by people who, despite the bustle of their own lives, make space for you in theirs, is no small blessing. The kindness of family often reveals itself in their mere continuity—always there, sometimes in the background, sometimes right beside you, never asking for applause.

In moments of despair or solitude, when life becomes an uphill trek and the wind is against your face, it is often not the overt gestures but the inner knowledge that someone is there—not fixing, not rescuing, but just being—that acts as the anchor.

There’s also the shared history, the memories carried together like an old, tattered book—read aloud at times, but more often simply understood. Family gives us context. They are the mirror that reminds us of who we were, who we have become, and the home we carry within ourselves.

Yes, no particular act comes to mind, but that in itself is a testament to a deeper truth: when a river flows continually beside you, you don’t notice each drop. You just know the path is moist and the thirst is quenched.

So here’s to the unspoken favours, the invisible hands, the silent affirmations that come wrapped in shared glances and everyday moments. Here’s to the quiet love that does not need to shout to be heard. And here’s to the realisation that sometimes, just being part of a family—even with all its imperfections—is, in itself, the kindest gift of all

A Table for One, A Feast for the Soul: My Favourite Restaurant

What is your favorite restaurant?

A Table for One, A Feast for the Soul: My Favourite Restaurant

The aroma of memory is stronger than that of any spice.

Ask a gourmand, a traveller, a wanderer of both palate and path — “What’s your favourite restaurant?” — and you’ll see their eyes light up with a mix of nostalgia and hunger. For me, the answer lies not in a Michelin-starred hall or a bustling food court in a neon-lit mall, but in a quaint, almost monastic establishment tucked away on an old street where time saunters, not sprints.

The Charm Beyond the Menu

My favourite restaurant is not just a place to eat — it is a sanctuary where time slows, and senses awaken. Walls lined with old wood, echoing with hushed laughter and the clinking of cutlery; waiters who remember your preferences without pen and pad; and a menu that refuses to surrender to modern gimmicks — this is a place where tradition simmers gently, like a grandmother’s pot of stew.

The food? Divine, of course. Not ostentatious, but honest. Each dish is a conversation — between heritage and innovation, between soil and soul. The kind of fare that takes you on a culinary pilgrimage, much like walking barefoot to a shrine of comfort and recollection.

Philosophy on a Plate

There is a philosophy that underpins the experience. In an age where food is often reduced to content for social media, my chosen retreat offers nourishment in its truest sense — for the body, mind, and spirit. It follows the wisdom of the ancient Epicureans who believed that pleasure, when pursued wisely and with moderation, leads to a tranquil life.

I often recall the Indian philosophical principle of Annam Brahma — “Food is Divine.” It is not simply a means to quell hunger, but a celebration of life, a ritual of gratitude. This restaurant embodies that sacred approach. There’s a spiritual stillness to eating here, a rhythmic dance between the simplicity of a meal and the complexity of existence.

An Ode to Solitude and Reflection

Though I’ve dined there with acquaintances and friends, my most cherished visits have been solitary. There’s a peculiar strength in eating alone, not out of loneliness but out of companionship with oneself. As the poet Rumi once wrote, “Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.” This place lets me shed the noise of the world and retreat inward.

The corner table, by the frosted window that opens to an old fig tree, is my usual spot. I sit there with a book, or a notebook, or sometimes just silence — and allow the flavours of the world to find me.

What Makes It “The Favourite”?

It is not the price of the dish, nor the popularity of the chef. It is the feeling of coming home — not to a building, but to a state of being. A place that respects your appetite as well as your anxieties. A restaurant where the meal is only half the experience; the other half is peace.

The idiom “The proof of the pudding is in the eating” holds true here, but I would add: “The soul of the pudding is in the remembering.”

Final Course

In this restaurant — my favourite, my secret temple of taste — I am not a customer. I am a seeker. I arrive not just hungry, but yearning. And I leave not just full, but fulfilled.

Wherever life may lead me — through alleys of anonymity or avenues of acclaim — I carry this place within me, like a well-worn bookmark in the story of my life.

So, what is your favourite restaurant? Perhaps it’s time to go back — not just to the taste, but to the feeling it gave you.

Skyward Whispers: A Bird’s Soliloquy

Skyward Whispers: A Bird’s Soliloquy

A dot ascends through boundless blue,
A bird in flight, with skies to woo.
No tethered chain, no scripted path,
Just winds to feel, and clouds to hath.

It soars not just with wings, but thought—
With dreams unspoken, wisdom caught.
It cuts through silence, veils the breeze,
With questions hung on feathered knees.

“Why does the earth, in sorrow, cling?
Why envy roots, while I must wing?”
Its flight, a dance of calm and dare,
Of soulful hush and open air.

Each glide, a line in nature’s prose,
Each spiral speaks, each dive bestows.
Thermals rise like fate unseen,
Some lift it high, some test its sheen.

Below, the world, a shrinking tale—
Of murmuring streams and dusty trail.
Of lives still tethered, dreams confined,
While it seeks truth the winds defined.

“What lies beyond this azure dome?
Is solitude my only home?”
Even in freedom, echoes stay,
For every dawn brings dusk its way.

Yet onward still, it carves the skies,
With fire in heart and grace in eyes.
“Throw your worst wind,” it seems to sing,
“I was born to brave, to rise, to wing!”

No map to guide, no end in sight,
Just courage drawn from morning light.
It speaks in songs we barely hear—
Of hope, of faith, of flying clear.

So next you watch one disappear,
Don’t just observe—lend it your ear.
Its soliloquy, soft and high,
Might just reflect your own sky-cry.

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Whispers of the Wind: Musings of a Bird in Flight

Whispers of the Wind: Musings of a Bird in Flight

There it goes—a speck against the canvas of the endless blue. A solitary bird, soaring higher and deeper into the sky, far removed from the noisy chatter of the earth. Have you ever wondered what it might be thinking? If its wings carried not just its weight but the burdens of dreams, fears, and silent prayers?

The bird’s flight is not merely a journey through space; it is an ascent through thought, a poetic pilgrimage beyond the mundane. With each stroke of its wings, it seems to whisper to the wind, “I am more than feather and bone—I am freedom in motion.”

One can imagine the bird pondering, “Why must the earth cling so tightly to its woes? Why do trees envy flight, while I sometimes envy their rooted peace?” The sky offers no ceiling, only possibilities. Yet even freedom, when held too long, can taste of solitude.

The bird may think, as it cuts through a patch of cloud, that life is but a series of invisible thermals—some lift you, some test your wings. It rides them all, never quite certain where the wind will take it, but always trusting the rhythm of its beating heart. Isn’t that the metaphor of our own existence? We rise and fall on the unseen winds of circumstance and conviction.

Perhaps it glances downward and sees not just rooftops and rivers but the old self it left behind—confined, content, or perhaps constrained. In every glide, there is a silent rebellion against gravity, a cry that says, “Let me be!” And yet, the bird knows it must descend someday. Even the freest spirit needs rest, needs ground, needs shade.

To fly is to hope. The higher the bird soars, the more it dares the gods of the wind to challenge its purpose. “Show me your fiercest gale,” it seems to call out, “for I shall not fold my wings in fear.” In that defiance lies wisdom. A kind of feathered Stoicism.

And yet, it may think, “What lies beyond this blue vastness?” No maps chart the limits of the sky. That uncertainty is not a threat but an invitation—to explore, to evolve, to exhale. For what is life if not an eternal ascent toward a more meaningful horizon?

To the bird, each sunrise is a song, each cloud a companion, and each gust of wind a lesson in surrender. If we listened closely, we might hear it say, “Fly, not to escape the world below, but to understand it from above.”

So, the next time you see a bird disappearing into the azure yonder, don’t just watch its wings—try to listen to its thoughts. For they may echo the very questions we ask ourselves in silence.

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Stealing Sunshine: Five Everyday Things That Quietly Make Me Happy”

What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

“Stealing Sunshine: Five Everyday Things That Quietly Make Me Happy”

Happiness, I’ve realised, isn’t always a firecracker moment or a lottery win. Sometimes, it’s a nudge, a wink, a fleeting giggle in the middle of a mundane Monday. It doesn’t arrive with confetti or soundtracks, but slips in with the grace of a cat—quietly, unpredictably, and often, right under your nose.

So, what brings me joy on an otherwise ordinary day? Here are five delightfully simple things that turn my everyday life from bland to brilliantly spiced.

1. The First Sip of Hot Beverage (Tea/Coffee/Whatever’s Brewing)

There’s nothing quite like that first sacred sip—be it tea, coffee, or a questionable herbal infusion that promises “detox” but tastes like boiled weeds. In that one moment, the world pauses. The birds chirp louder, the neighbours stop quarrelling, and for precisely seven seconds, I believe I can conquer the world.

Of course, reality returns by the second sip—but oh, what a glorious start it is!

2. The Unexpected Whiff of Something Familiar

You know the one. A breeze brings the scent of wet earth, or old books, or someone’s cooking with too much garlic—and suddenly you’re ten years younger, funnier, and not yet in need of spectacles. It’s amazing how one good whiff can launch a thousand memories or, at the very least, a craving for pakoras.

It’s the nose’s way of throwing a surprise party—and I always RSVP “yes”.

3. The Sudden Discovery of Something I Thought I Lost

From spectacles perched on my head to coins hiding in sofa crevices, rediscovering something thought lost is nothing short of a personal victory. I have been known to do victory laps around the living room for finding a missing pen—only to realise it doesn’t work.

Still, the thrill of the chase! It makes me feel like Sherlock Holmes, minus the hat, pipe, and actual investigative skill.

4. Eavesdropping on Ridiculous Conversations

Before you judge me, admit it—you’ve done it too. The world is a stage, and I, a humble audience member seated near the most unintentionally hilarious performers. Be it two teenagers arguing about whether penguins are birds or someone whispering loudly on a call in a public place, these moments are gifts. Free entertainment. Unscripted comedy.

Eavesdropping, in moderation, is my guilty pleasure. And unlike chocolate, it doesn’t come with calories.

5. Watching the Sky Like It Owes Me an Explanation

Whether it’s clouds shaped like dinosaurs, or a dramatic sunset trying its best to outdo yesterday’s performance, the sky never disappoints. I sit, watch, and occasionally talk to it. No, I haven’t lost my marbles—at least not all of them.

There’s something soothing about the sky’s silent drama. No script, no filter, no agenda. Just colours, patterns, and the occasional bird photobombing the view. It’s like scrolling through nature’s Instagram, only without the ads.

And So…

Happiness doesn’t always need to be pursued like a wild goose; sometimes, it just needs to be noticed. In the giggle of the wind, the quirks of human behaviour, or the bottom of a long-lost drawer—joy hides in plain sight.

As they say, “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass; it’s about dancing in the drizzle with mismatched slippers.” Or something like that.

And if all else fails? There’s always the sofa, a good pillow, and the remote control. Bliss, bottled.

The Art of Shedding: My Journey to a Simpler, Richer Life

Describe one positive change you have made in your life.

“The Art of Shedding: My Journey to a Simpler, Richer Life”

There comes a time in life when the glitter of possessions begins to fade, and the din of society grows faint in the ear of one who seeks peace. I have neither chased the chariots of commerce nor climbed the ladders of noisy social hierarchies. Instead, I chose to shed — and in the shedding, I found abundance.

I often reflect on how subtly, yet surely, I turned a page in my life. Gone are the days when acquisition defined worth, when gathering clutter masqueraded as growth. Today, I own little, need less, and live fuller. My lifestyle is no declaration, no rebellion — it is simply a quiet choice to disengage from the chaos and anchor myself in calm.

Letting Go to Let In

The most visible change is material. I made peace with having no car. I do not rush to buy the latest gadgets, the trendiest clothes, or the fanciest decor. The craving to possess has been replaced by the joy to experience. Cycling through quiet lanes, with the wind as my companion, is far more enriching than any horsepower on four wheels. The joy lies in the journey, not in how swiftly I reach.

New purchases are rare. I patch, I preserve, I prolong — not out of compulsion but from conviction. Consumption has taken a backseat, contemplation now drives my choices. The act of choosing less has, paradoxically, expanded my sense of freedom.

A Conscious Withdrawal

Social engagements have quietly dwindled, not from bitterness, but from betterment. The hours once spent in idle chatter are now dedicated to books, to music, to introspection. My conversations now are with thinkers, poets, philosophers, saints — across pages and centuries.

Prayer has become not a ritual but a rhythm — calming, centring, elevating. In solitude, I found my sanctuary. In silence, I found my song.

From Seeking to Being

These changes weren’t sudden. They crept in like dawn — gently, persistently, irreversibly. They are not results of despair or disappointment, but of discernment. I now walk lighter — physically, mentally, emotionally. I no longer run behind, nor do I run away. I simply am, and that suffices.

I have replaced noise with notes — sometimes from a hymnbook, sometimes from a harmonium. I have replaced ambition with alignment — not with the world, but with myself.

The Unseen Wealth

Yes, I live with minimum needs. But what I’ve gained is immeasurable — time, peace, clarity, a sense of rootedness. I do not measure life in milestones, but in moments. I may not party, but I celebrate — each sunrise, each verse read, each prayer whispered, each mile cycled.

In a world hurtling towards more, I have found meaning in less. And in doing so, I believe I have not escaped life, but embraced it — in its most serene, sacred, and soulful form.

Afterthoughts

I do not preach this path. It is not paved for all. But for those who’ve heard the silent call to slow down, to step back, to unburden — this life of lesser clutter and deeper connections awaits like a warm old friend.

And to that friend, I say — thank you, for teaching me how to live again.

Sweat with a Smile: The Most Fun Way to Exercise

“Sweat with a Smile: The Most Fun Way to Exercise”

They say no pain, no gain—but what if we flip the coin and find gain with a grin? For years, the word “exercise” conjured images of military-style workouts, gym-bunnies flexing in mirrors, or endless runs on a treadmill that goes nowhere. But today, let’s throw the rulebook out the window and explore the idea that fitness need not be a grim duty—it can be a joyous adventure.

Dance Like No One’s Watching

If you ask me, dancing tops the chart of fun workouts. Whether you’re swaying to a bhajan, swinging to a 60s Hindi number, or going full throttle with Zumba or Bhangra, dancing is a celebration of the body and soul. It’s rhythm meeting movement in perfect harmony. You don’t need a dance floor, just a room, a speaker, and the willingness to let go.

I remember, during my Principalship, the most effective way to break the ice with students was a surprise jig during the annual day rehearsals. The laughter, the shared rhythm—it burned calories and built connections. Isn’t that what true fitness should be—physical and emotional wellbeing rolled into one?

Walking with Wonder

Let’s not underestimate the humble walk. Especially when it’s peppered with curiosity. A morning walk, with nature as your gym partner, is both soothing and stimulating. The rustling of leaves, a nod from a fellow walker, or the giggle of a child running past—every step is a moment captured.

But let’s make it fun—walk with a purpose. Explore new neighbourhoods, turn it into a photo walk, or walk while listening to an audiobook. Why not take your toddler grandson along and turn it into a treasure hunt for butterflies or flowers? Suddenly, you’re not just walking—you’re weaving stories with your steps.

Game On!

Nothing beats the thrill of a friendly game. Whether it’s badminton, table tennis, cricket, or even a game of frisbee in the park, sports ignite a competitive flame laced with camaraderie. It brings back the schoolboy or schoolgirl in you—nimble, cheeky, ready to sprint after a rolling ball like life depends on it.

And mind you, you don’t have to be a pro. Half the fun is in missing the shot and bursting into laughter. My knees may not be what they once were, but give me a cricket bat and I’ll still swing it with childlike glee, even if the ball barely rolls past.

Jump into Joy – Skipping, Cycling & Splashing

Skipping is not just for children. It’s a full-body workout and a perfect way to reconnect with your inner child. Combine it with peppy music, and it becomes a rhythm game. Or take to the cycle—feel the breeze on your face as the wheels spin freedom beneath you.

And if you’re lucky to be near a pool—swimming is both fun and therapeutic. It’s gentle on the joints and delightful for the spirit. Water, after all, has a way of healing more than just sore muscles.

Group Classes – The Tribe Effect

Humans are social beings. Group workouts like yoga in the park, laughter therapy, or aerobics classes in the community hall can turn exercise into a daily gathering of like-minded people. You share stories, jokes, and the occasional moan about a sore back—a community that sweats together, sticks together.

Philosophically Speaking…

Ancient Indian thought never divorced exercise from joy. The asanas of yoga are meant not to punish the body, but to awaken it. Similarly, Plato believed that physical fitness was as crucial for the mind as it was for the body. When fun enters fitness, the exercise becomes not a task, but a tapasya—a disciplined joy.

As someone who has lived across the mountains of Nepal, the plains of Odisha, and now the bustling yet scenic corners of Bangalore, I’ve learned that fun in exercise lies not in the what, but in the how. Sweat with a smile—and suddenly the mundane becomes magical.

Parting Shot

So, what’s the most fun way to exercise? The one that makes you laugh, sing, dance, and forget you’re burning calories. The one that doesn’t feel like a drill but a delight. Life’s too short for boring workouts. Pick joy, pick movement, and let your heart race with happiness.

Because at the end of the day, if it isn’t fun, you won’t do it. But if it is, you’ll never want to stop.