And, let there be light ….

My little diffuser …. a little tea light and a few drops of aromatic oil….

Lights off — and slow breathe in breathe out .. meditation ..

Amongst the things that I have been neglecting has been meditation. Time spent doing nothing. Thinking of nothing. More difficult than it sounds.

It is, for me, a bath for the mind. The way an overloaded mind can detox.

Everyday, I plan to meditate. And, everyday I manage not to. Maybe in the next 30 day project it will go on the agenda.

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Just began reading Mrutyunjay- the Death Conqueror by Shivaji Sawant. It is the story of the Mahabharat from the point of view of Karna. Originally written in Marathi, it has been tranlated into many languages including English. the translators Nandini Nopany and P Lal have done a stellar job.

The opening paragraph

I want to say something today. Some will startle hearing my words. And wonder: How can anyone swallowed by Death speak? But a time comes when the flesh-and-bones living behave like the dead, then the dead have to come alive and speak out.Oh, I’m not going to say anything on behalf of others, because I know only too well I’m not so great a philosopher as to do anything like that. The thing is: the world was to me a battlefield. And what was my role in the battlefield. That of a quiver full of arrows. A quiver stuffed with all sizes and shapes of arrows, each with its own separate function. Just a quiver – just that one kind of quiver.

If you are a fan of the Mahabharat and are fascinated by the multi dimensional characters – read …