Vipassana Retreat : Power of isolation. 

With my first Vipassana retreat I tasted silence and solitude. Several months before I moved from Mumbai to Uttarakhand to find some peace. To escape the regular life and contribute in the rural community. While I worked between the cold & misty mountains I decided to travel to Jaipur for a Vipassana course. Not only for meditation but in search of some answers to my misery. And look where I found the key, within myself. 
Dhamma Thali Vipassana Centre demands us to remain silent for 10 days, without talking to anybody one must meditate the whole day, eat plain food & isolate itself deeply. 

Being a proportionate explorer I could see myself getting down in life after seeing the mess in myself. 

It wasn’t that easy because just like some, I am a complicated person with tangled cycle of thoughts. I have always been writing stories and verses to entangle my own miseries. But here I learned to accept the same without giving any feeling or any label of craving or aversion. 

Yes! I felt like running away the very next day. The first few days was a jail experience. If I knew I could then I would have surely left the place. 

I had several people around me who followed the course rules of not even passing gestures to each other. Disconnecting myself from everyone and technology was not difficult but being unable to share the outbreak made me feel weak. Who knew it was making me strong. I kept smiling because I wanted the same to reflect between the people in the same journey. And started stitching stories inside my mind. 

Unfolding some tales turned unnecessary. The baggage of this untold experiences ain’t heavy either. 

Letting go of many unwholesome beliefs and habits that had set boundaries, one becomes aware of the body and the mind. Mostly the interaction between the two. Because we are usually busy distracting ourselves so we can’t see or readily face some difficult truths about life and death, joy and suffering, karma and chaos etc. 

This will change – This is what I learned, experienced & will follow that nothing is permanent. And also that I am not going to perform any good only for others to think I’m good. But for myself to feel good. 

The experience is different for everyone. Some take a dive into deep peace, some barely are able to get the hang of it. But this course isn’t demanding. It believes in giving to all those who can accept. I did and I’m happy. I suggest you all the same. 

The best stories will be curated when you will have no pen or paper on you.  
Have a happy reading & meditation. 🌻

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Bloggers Award : Finalist

I never feared writing a piece worth reading because I believed in writing away my fears. 

It is easy to jump into something you are good at. But it is a delight to evolve something irregular about yourself into good. My father helped me write my Independence day speech in my school days. And after that, on every other occasion he encouraged me to write by myself. I thought I was good in elocutions and storytelling but what I never noticed then was the story curator in me. And with time and hobby moments I realized what I was actually good at and what I must be learning ahead. 

Womens Web conducted a bloggers award. And after voting and jury decision I’ve been selected as a finalist under two award categories. For all the voters, well wishers & of course my secret admirers I’d be thankful for life. Because it’s not about the outcome but the support I received. This will encourage me to write more and learn as well. 

Have a happy new year & reading. 🌻

Celebrating Motherhood & Compassion ❤

After being asked to share my views on this theme this was only an immediate thought I could conclude with. Let me share it here too. 🌻
I don’t know if one must relate motherhood to a mother itself. But if you can communicate to a child and make it feel that the world is still a beautiful place and growing up is going to be a beautiful journey. 

Motherhood hides yet shines within you. 


Yesterday we were celebrating this theme for our recreational evening. We all were dressed in traditional outfits and had proper vegetarian meal. Also did we revealed the Secret Santa mystery. Shared cute gifts and spoke all our views about Motherhood & Compassion. 

We taught ourselves that motherhood and compassion is not a gender specific feeling. It grows within anybody and for anyone. Largely among the unconditional lovers named as parents. 
Motherhood and compassion demands nothing in return and is believably a giver of all time. 🌻 

#tfu__ #fellowshipdiaries 

Role of a little leader – Children in Uttarakhand 

Suddenly I was warned, time is up.🌻

Coming from a place of electronic school bells I am now experiencing an old yet effective alarming process in the schools of Uttarakhand. Some how I found leadership in the students from these government primary schools. They are regularly taking control over their own time & schedule in the school. 

They have small hammers tied to a metal tray which we all are aware about. To alarm everybody for any purpose a child is told to hammer the metal tray. I encounter many such delightful responsibilities very often among children.
These are small leadership activities that go unnoticed. Because not an automatic alarm will take control over a child’s day to day activities but they themself will take this initiative where one is aware about it’s time to study or play with the guidance of their teachers. 

Have a happy reading 🌻❤

It’s more than a sprained ankle.

So this is a post by a home-sick attention seeker. 🌻

It’s more than a sprained ankle.🤕 

It took me a good scooter fall to really know where I stand. It doesn’t get easier because I crave all the attention and caring. More than the wounds the fact that I am alone hurts me more. 👪

Surviving with the maybes and probablys and could-bes and still unable to convince myself for a better reason to stay in the hills. 💙 
I realized the worth of many relations today. 

#bikeaccident #hills  #confused #toughliving

#fellowshipdiaries #gandhifellowship  #sprainedankle #winterfashion #pink #friends #me #himalayas #trekkers #india #businesswomen #writersofinstagram #death #likesforlikes #fear #lonely #homesick #mumbai #bageshwar #kapkot #reema #shithappens #traveltheworld #fashion #words #surviving

It was a shooting star! 🌠

Little Maroon Riding Hood 🌻

It just happened a night before while I left from the boys hostel to reach my hostel. 

This Mumbai-City-Partner of mine planned to drop me. On our way toward his bike I stopped to stare at the sky. I was dazzled with the constellation right when he was about to share the same feeling. 
So I explained him about my lucky stars, three that are vertically aligned and 4 that are misplaced into a triangle. 

Any wish that you make when these sets are visible together will come true and after telling this to him we paused to make a wish.
As soon as we opened our eyes and he spoke about a set of bear structured stars we saw something crazy. 

YES! A shooting star. ( I know this ain’t my first time but still a moment of Yay! )
It’s always fun with you buddy. ( This image is from our trip for baseline test in the government schools ) 

#tfu__ #talesforeveruntold #fellowshipdiaries #himalayas 

Women from the hills are women in the position or power.🌻

 

 

 

 

 

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