When I Lay Down in a Death Box One day, I sat quietly with the world before me—a world full of color and feeling, but also full of suffering. I had heard the quiet sobs of frightened people. I had seen them carry their worries as though the weight could never be put down. Some had lived with restlessness for so long that they believed it was incurable. I knew nothing about the lines on a person’s palm. But I was beginning to recognize the lines drawn through a life by habits, flaws, and actions. As I sat there, my thoughts seemed to walk beside me through this colorful garden of human troubles. Then one thought turned to me and asked, “Jinder, what do you want to do with your life?” I glanced around and answered, “I don’t want to live like this.” None of the roles life seemed to offer felt like mine. My thought asked again, “Well, madam, you must do something . You don’t want to study or take up a job. What exactly do you want to do?” “I want to say goodbye to every suffering in ...
A Sweet Tale of Love From Myself, to Myself “I had always loved the woman I was. But the day I understood how she wore her defeats, I fell in love with her all over again.” The Woman I Have Always Loved There has always been a woman in my life whom I have loved deeply. She was neither a stranger nor someone I encountered along the journey of life. She was always there. Sometimes she walked beside me, sometimes she seemed to walk ahead of me, and sometimes she remained so deeply hidden within me that even I could not understand her. Her nature often lay beyond my comprehension. I could observe her actions, recognize her emotions, and witness her responses to the world. Yet understanding the silent movement of her thoughts was another matter altogether. And still, something about her always fascinated me. A dupatta of love rested upon her head. It was not merely a piece of clothing. To me, it represented the tenderness with which she approached existence. Even when the world appear...