How not always being reachable can heal you
We live in a world that expects you to always be available.
Reply quickly.Stay online.Say yes.Be there — even when your mind isn’t, even when your heart is tired.
But here’s a...
Somewhere beyond the last rooftop,where Pulga forgets the world,stood a café made of silence, wood,and the smell of chai.
The door creaked open like an old memory.Inside—a single bulb, a quiet man,and steam rising from a kettleas if...
Even when you thought you moved on
Some memories don’t ask for permission.
They return quietly —through a smell, a song, a street, a season.You think you’ve outgrown them.But one small moment,and they’re right there again.Alive. Present. Undeniable.
You sit...
He had no name, at least none that mattered.
Not tied to any institution, not waving the flag of any spiritual school —just a man, walking slowly, gently, as if his feet whispered something sacred to the earth.
He...
A quiet reflection on those moments when nothing makes sense — and how silence, in its own strange language, sometimes offers us exactly what we didn’t know we were missing.
There is no role here. No title. Only a mind quietly observing — not seeking to become, but simply seeing what is.
Sometimes, words arise. Sometimes, silence is enough.