Mouli Harshith

  Life is always full of surprises. That too in the path of growth, surprises of every kind are imminent. There is no good or bad in the kind of surprises I am talking about. In the context of one whole life, in the bigger picture, everything is a contribution for us to be a better version of ourselves. A few years ago, when I was in my 11 th  standard, I used to go to my junior college, which is 10 kilometres away from my home in an auto-rickshaw. There used to be a tendency in me where I used to relate everything that would either have an intense effect on my mind or would be jeopardising enough to make me feel off for time being. It was one such day, when I had to see a person from my college collapsed intoxicatedly on the road while I was travelling to the college. That thought did not bug me enough until I was back home. That evening, while I was about to meditate, it bugged me enough that I could not meditate, was feeling a different sensation I have never felt, in my he...

Once in a while, this question keeps pulling me back. It just stands in front of my face like a god I am accountable to.  The world fills my head. I see stairways around me and people just running ahead on those steps and me? I see myself struggling on my knees to climb those stairs. The associations I go through, the passion for life surrounded by fire, experiencing growth through milestones, breaking barriers, everything seems quite achievable with one thing. That one thing is the question that stares at my face. Purpose. One thing in life that is worth dedicating it for. It’s been said, life always moves according to a plan. Does not matter how, but it is meant to move towards the better until we get to the best. It is meant to evolve. Whatever you do, I mean, whatever I do, cry, laugh, hangout with friends, watch movies, study, sleep, this thing keeps running in the background. What am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go? Will I ever be ready to receive what I want? Wha...

There had always been a question in me from when I was a kid. Is there God? Like everyone grows up in the concepts of god, their belief systems, the way they grow in the world and finally end up making god a concept in the books, art in the pictures, a thought in the mind or an option to reach out to when nobody is there to go to, or, finally, a connection in the heart. Like everyone, I was brought up in the world that had me to see god as a picture in the worship area of home. Slowly, he started to spread away in various places in a city, which I got to know as temples. I used to wonder. Who is this man? Why are there so many temples for one man and it turned out there are more of them! Also, there are women! I was more confused until ‘God’ became a concept in my mind. Being born in a brahmin family, rituals impact our daily lives a lot. On the way of doing all of these rituals to please god, I used to wonder if he really existed and if he did, where would he be (or she). The...

I cannot find a better name when the first thought in my head is Love. The name and the person that represents the purest form of love for me. When I hear this name, I can only feel my heart but cannot comprehend my thoughts. When it is rumbling inside my head, this very name can calm it all down. Beyond that name is a person, beyond that person is a personality, beyond that personality is enormous love. If at all that name would assume a shape and a personality, how could that be? A blend of simplicity and kindness that can feel others' pain and yet the strength to carry out pain in silence. A love that cares and pulls out everything negative and yet, very stubborn and childlike when demanding what she wants. A personality rich with emotions, sensitive and delicate like the petals of a Jasmine, yet very calm and serene like the full moon that glows in the middle of the night sky. With a very soothing presence like an incense stick that spreads fragrance even when it burns. The bea...