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  A Sweet Tale of Love From Myself, to Myself By Harjinder Kaur “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 whe...

  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...

 The Harmonium of Life and Death Finding stillness within the movement of life The relentless speed of today’s world does not carry me forward; it holds me back. It leaves so little room for stillness that I sometimes feel it denies me the opportunity to participate in life in my own natural way. Even if I wished to join this race, I could not. Racing is simply not in my nature. I pause. I have always paused, and I believe I will continue to pause. But I will never race. Nor do I wish to learn how to swim merely to reach the shore everyone else is trying to reach. I can only drift. And even my drifting must happen in silence—not toward another shore, but deeper into the mystery of existence. The Disciple Hidden Within Me Every movement of life carries a lesson. Every event, relationship, silence, difficulty, and passing moment has something to teach me. When I become attentive to these movements, life transforms me into a disciple. I do not need to enter a classroom to learn from e...