Later, Is Not Yours! …”later”, the coffee coolsdawn melts into dusksunlight slips into moonlightand,we too grow oldersilver strands, soft wrinklessketch their wayburied emotionslinger,unspoken and midwaystories hanging mid airwaiting to unfoldunfinished conversationsgather like dried petalsfollow like untamed shadowsmoments slipping bylike,the gray burnished sandi findmyself wanting all nowwhy waitharness the momentbefore it fadesnothing pausesthis time is yourssimply yoursforever […]

…Kashi, you invoked all the love in me…forever yours now! …they say when one’s heart is wholeoverflowing with a gentle stirringit becomes a blessinga divine touchand,in that fullness and inner plentywe are meant to keep sharingbecause the world is in needthere is a quiet desperation everywhereand,love feels like it’s in “short” supplyso,don’t shy awaylet yourself flowimmerse

From a Western Doctor to an Ayurvedic Coach, an Ayurvedic Counselor to Ayurvedic Practitioner and Beyond— My vision to integrate Western Medicine and Holistic Medicine. …From a young age, I felt a quiet pull toward healing, a desire to ease pain and bring comfort to people around me. That calling gradually shaped my path and led

“The Quiet Art Of Allowing~Allowing It To Simply Be.”…Is surrender the end of spirituality or the doorway to it? I always wondered what surrender means, and I still do today.”Just surrender,” as if it were something simple, but it never felt that way to me for the longest time. Does it mean giving up, not

“The Unseen Pull.” Yes, I love the Indian monsoons, the food, the shopping, the cafes, the energy, the chaos… India has it all, but for me it’s much more than that. I often wonder, why do I keep coming back? Is it the rhythm of the streets, the untold stories of every face, the honk

“The Ganga of Kindred Spirits.” …How strangers become friends, creating unexplainable bonds, truly amazes me. On the road, through my travels, I have encountered some of the most generous hearts, and some of those connections have become friendships that feel like home. Maybe it’s karmic, maybe spiritual, why paths cross, I don’t know. But my heart lights up when

“Toffee In Kashi: And Tiny Sparks.” …Kashi has its own way of speaking. Today, while exploring the narrow “galis”, four small girls came running up to me, saying, “Didi, Toffee De Do, Toffee De Do.” I said I had no toffee, but I would love to take a picture, and they were all for it. Innocent giggles, a spark

…”You must go to Kashi.” I have heard this countless times. Yes, I believe in Shiva intimately, and I have always trusted his divine grace.He lives deep in my heart, in his stillness, his calm demure, and his fierce presence; that’s how I connect with the higher power. But why Kashi? What makes it so special? And then, it happened,

“Two Lands, One Soul.” …Sometimes, it’s not just our inner strength that moves us. Yes, we need that fuel, but oftentimes it’s a person who enters our life at the right moment, an incident that shakes us awake, a circumstance that challenges us, a fleeting situation, or a “PLACE” that we connect to deeply. These are blessings

…My most beautiful trip to Tamil Nadu, India, made me understand that beauty lies hidden in transitions and how we navigate through the different chapters of our lives. Why—a quiet dread when something precious sails away? Why—restless thoughts overwhelm our senses? Why—fear losing what feels rare? Yes, it hurts—deeply, painfully, yes! But not all is