Every illness brings with it a new color of experience. Sometimes you don’t like the colors that life presents to you but nonetheless, these colors make your life richer, and full.
This is the irony of the human condition that people have wings but they think flying is an illness. Because they have been caged for ages.
Is it even possible – to love someone without getting attached? Or are there two kinds of love – one that we lesser mortals do and call as love which hurts and the other one which is true love?
My offerings to my friend Buddha on this special occasion are these two thoughts:
Everyday life need not be boring and dull, there is magic happening around us all the time. We just need to hit the brakes on our fast-paced lives and observe the world with brand new eyes.
I hope there comes a day when the sun merges with the black hole and a totally new form of being arises in me. Let me name it Musonova!
Music is not as essential to living as it was before. I am wondering why. Does this happen when we grow older? We become less passionate about things, huh?
I want to be just like a flower. It gives its fragrance regardless of who is receiving it and without wanting anything in return.
Death is an integral part of life and should be celebrated and honored just as life is celebrated. It marks the end of one’s life journey and serves as a reminder of their life’s purpose.
I want to be able to use my success and fame to help those who are less fortunate. I want to be rich, famous, and successful, but I also want to use my success to positively impact the world.