“The power of listening” is an oil pastel painting inspired by my dream. I see such images in my dreams, especially when I feel very lonely. Though this painting looks naive(actually it is), it has a meaning. A meaning that I have always searched for. Even in the middle of a lot of friends in… Continue reading The power of listening
Endless Cycle of birth and death is one of my early digital paintings. Yellow color shows happiness, Red for Revolution, Blue for wisdom and magnanimity, Black represents the end of happiness and death. This painting is a tiny doorway to understand the reality of life. We are all trapped in endless cycle birth and death.… Continue reading Cycle of birth and death(painting)
“What is the purpose of my life?” this is a question most of us ask ourselves, especially under the shower or before sleep. I have seen such questions in online forums. Recently, I saw this question on Quora, from a 42 years old IT professional woman in the USA. So even a well-educated, successful person… Continue reading Live meaningfully not meaningless
This is a poem inspired from my dream last night. In my dream, I was walking towards a store named – “fate”! Rest of the details you can know from the poem. I hope you will enjoy the poem 🙂
I woke up after listening to the annoying alarm sound from my cell phone. Like a robot, I did what I do every day — wake up at a particular time, prepare for office. In the office, my eyes fixed on computer screen and fingers dancing on the keyboard to finish a project within a… Continue reading The happiness we eschew
Oh yeah! It is Valentine’s Day! B…bu…but why am I so excited as I am single? Maybe it’s because I got a topic to write. Today is the day of love. The day to propose someone and the day for successful lovers to celebrate, spend magical moments with the lover. Today is the day when… Continue reading Which side are you on this Valentine’s Day?
My relationship with Time is complicated. Time laughs at me! Who is time for me? Someone I expect to come at the right time with right gifts, like Santa, but always arrives at the wrong time.
Free will is what makes us different from puppets on strings. If you prefer a better definition, let me refer to Wikipedia: “It is the ability to choose between different possible courses of action unimpeded.” A highly successful man loves the concept of free will. He can feel immense pride as his success is completely… Continue reading When free will collides with divine will
“I wish I were a man,” some woman I know grumbled this at least once in their life. Why does a woman wish to become a man? Imagine life as a game (maybe it is a game in cosmic level), then there are different difficulty levels. A baby’s life should be difficulty mode set to… Continue reading A Woman’s life — playing life on hard mode