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A journey of devotion, forgetting, and returning to oneself. I was born on 16th April 2003. It was the night of Hanuman Jayanti, and my grandfather (Baba) used to tell me that I am Hanuman. I believed it simply because of the belief he said it with. I watched movies of Hanuman, read about him and was naturally drawn to all pieces related to him. I learnt that Hanuman embodies Limitless Strength, Intelligence, Bhakti (Devotion). As a child, I saw my life reflect these innate q

Education is not a function of giving knowledge. It is a function of the parents’ belief in their child. When that belief is present, learning becomes natural and growth follows.

There is always a moment in conflict where the space between two people becomes heavy — filled with accusation, hurt, defensiveness, or silence. In that moment, the easiest move is to step out of it. To bring in someone else. To let a system, a person, or a structure take over and “fix” what feels too difficult to handle directly. It feels practical. It feels safer. But something subtle happens in that shift. The moment an external entity is introduced to restore what exists

Naughty, boisterous, mischievous, free that was my childhood. Then the teens arrived, and with them, a question that never quite left: 'Who am I?' To cope, I became nice, polite, well-mannered and the world took to me as a fish takes to water. I smiled. My tactic had worked. And yet the question stayed. Deep down, a sense of being alone began to creep and grow. I was living the dream. But whose?

That one smile of my child who trusts me for his existence, food and water. In that one shivering in my heart to somehow give him what he wants — that was not me till then. These small things — trust, belief, love and faith of the child — made me a mother, how many ever times I got proved as a bad human being. The beauty of motherhood is so pure. It is an opportunity to experience divinity within us.

Discover Your Being. Experience Freedom. Many people move through life repeating the same patterns, reacting to situations, facing similar challenges, and wondering why fulfilment still feels distant. What if the real transformation begins not with changing what we do, but changing how we are being? The Shine Program for Life is designed to inspire and transform individuals and communities by increasing awareness, instilling values, and building character. Rooted in the scien

I was eight years old the first time I decided to be the smartest person in every room I would ever walk into. I didn't think of it that way then. I just thought I was making a promise to myself — that I would never be humiliated like that again. What followed was not a breakdown. It was a decision. Quiet, furious, iron-clad.

I once saw my taekwondo journey as a broken dream I had abandoned. Years of discipline, strength, and identity slipped away after a pause that became permanent. I carried guilt and resentment toward myself and my mother for not holding on. But in confronting that guilt, I realised the dream was never broken, only paused. What held me back was fear and lack of ownership. Now, I see that beginning again is still within my control.

A journey shaped by change, uncertainty, isolation, and discovery. From feeling lost and disconnected to finding clarity, confidence, and purpose, this is a reflection of becoming. Through experiences, relationships, and self-inquiry, I discovered the power of authenticity, compassion, and awareness realising that every moment shaped who I am today. This is not just my story, but an invitation to explore your own.

I have not written this to get you back. I have not written it to mask a weakness, and I am not writing it to uphold my ego or seem like the bigger person. I am writing it because I now understand what went wrong and what I should genuinely ask forgiveness for.

A childhood of fear and silence taught me to hide masking rebellion with kindness, concealing pain behind obedience. I never knew I was lost until I found myself. Discovering my 7 Ornaments of Life brought integration where there was once inner turmoil. Peace, freedom, love not as ideals, but as lived reality. This journey didn't change how I appeared to the world. It changed how I exist within it.

Love a word so expansive, there's no definition to comprise it. We're surrounded by it, yet we almost always feel its void. Our very first experience of love is before we're even born, through our mother. Beneath all our achievements and success, what we're truly searching for is a glimmer of love, compassion and kindness. When we discover it, that instantly evokes a sense of security, like everything's right in the world.

In 7th standard, I wrote a story with everything I had. It was mine completely, joyfully mine. My teacher rewrote it. My tutor told me I didn't have the brains to feel proud. I submitted. I got good marks.The author in me died that day.What I didn't know was that the one who truly silenced her - wasn't them. It was me.

Born into a large family, I grew up feeling unheard and unseen. In seeking validation, I lost myself - until solitude in unfamiliar lands forced me to confront my own voice. What began as fear became clarity. Through self-discovery, compassion replaced doubt, and I realised my purpose: to empower others by embracing my own truth, peace, and presence.

As a child, people loved my innocence. As I grew, that same innocence confused me - what is real? Can people be trusted? I spent years waiting for someone to bring me the answers. Until I realised — the answers were never outside. They were always within. The day I learnt to question myself… was the day I found my freedom.

I was learning, performing, expressing, and receiving appreciation from others. But beneath these experiences, there was a subtle restlessness within me that I could not ignore. When I began to look within with honesty, an uncomfortable realisation emerged — was my learning an expression of who I truly was, or simply an effort to be seen, accepted, and valued?

On this Women’s Day, we celebrate the strength and grace women carry every day. Yet many women silently carry the burden of being too hard on themselves. True strength is not perfection but grace — the courage to forgive oneself, grow from mistakes, and move forward with dignity. A woman who lives in grace understands that her worth is not defined by flaws, but by her resilience, compassion, and humanity.

Gratitude is not an act of politeness. It is not a moral obligation. It is not a repayment for what has been received. It is the quiet knowing that nothing was wasted that every moment, the gentle and the brutal, has participated in bringing us closer to ourselves.

"You sing to perform. The day you start singing to express, your singing will have life." My husband's words stopped me cold. Not criticism. Not appreciation. Acknowledgement. Appreciation says: "You are wonderful." Acknowledgement says: "I see who you can become." One makes you feel good. The other makes you grow. That single moment changed not just how I sing, but how I create, express, and live

I was in the fifth standard when a small moment quietly changed the way I lived my entire life. It was early morning. I was asleep when I heard unfamiliar excitement filling our home. I woke up and saw my uncle, who had returned from Singapore for the first time. He had brought gifts for everyone. There was a camera for my father, a large box of chocolates for me, sarees for my mother, and beautiful accessories for my aunts. In the middle of all that joy, my eyes rested on so