The One who makes the thunder roar and simultaneously hears a butterfly sigh; the One into whose ears fall all our ardent prayers for She hears even the footsteps of a tiny baby ant; That Empress alone is the Writer, the Written and the Reader. In eternal service of that Supreme Divinity. Happy Reading! Love and Light. Jai Shri Hari💕✨
Moving Beyond Trauma Under His Wings
If She is the fair-skinned golden-hued Rajrajeshwari MahaTripur Sundari, then She Herself is the...
त्रिशूल-भेद : समय के सीने में दफ़्न...
कैसी अद्भुत शक्ति है शिव! नंगे शरीर में भस्म की चादर ओढ कर ज़िंदगी...
Ramu : The Furry Spartan Who Still...
There, inside the sanctum sanctorum (garbhgrih), at the feet of Ma kali, slept a...
Darkness, Death and Devi
That is the power of Her name. When S(h)e protects, no amount of suffering...
Gain and Loss on the Spiritual Path
The quest for Love changes us. There is no seeker among those who search...
आइना : ख़ुद से ख़ुद की मुलाकात
खुद से बाँधी ज़ंजीरो और समाज की लादी उम्मीदों से परे हमारा असली स्वरुप...
Insanity as a Way to the Divine
Eveything good or bad is nothing but a stepping stones on the Path to...
