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Self-inquiry is the art of asking ourselves the right question. These questions become thoughts; thoughts become words; words become actions;...

I’ve seen some sweet smiles on girls’ faces and then some more, but few as sunny, cheerful, and attractive as...

It’s been raining heavily in the past week. And, as a result, my building is suddenly overrun by the feline...

Your eyes, starlight, silvery streaks wavering amongst the specks of blue and gold. It is as though you have held...

My mother, who is 87 and often forgets what she ate for her last meal, is a great one for...

She, curled close and warm, fetal shaped and reaching for a touch of recognition, eyes wide open and wandering, seeking...

Rainy days such as these, I find myself reaching for the glass jar of Ovaltine on my dining table. You...

Like I said earlier, I have been a part of three hauntings, but until I see one, I won’t entirely...

Outside, it is full-on bhutta weather. Bhutta is what our society ladies at their afternoon high tea parties snootily call...