tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75977940202291552602012-02-16T16:49:42.404+04:00Every once in while there are moments when the earth stops spinning, and reality, as we know it, blurs. A storm engulfs the mind. What ensues is what we are made of.Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-52156283478679029422009-01-14T15:28:00.002+04:002009-01-14T15:36:23.469+04:00

It all started with a burst of impulsiveness, as it usually happens. The photographer grumbled that his instruments did little justice to his skill. Somehow, the photos - though very good in their own right, were not really conveying what was meant to be. And so it started - the research that preludes frantic buying sessions. The buying sessions themselves are a sight to behold. Days and weeks of

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-84215355020987002982008-10-27T00:00:00.001+04:002010-12-30T13:43:01.588+04:00

"I try hard to stop time, embrace happiness in its entirety and express my love. Your warm touch does it so effortlessly in this moment. There is nothing else but you with me and I am in heaven."

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-19852081881771117082008-10-26T23:59:00.002+04:002008-12-18T08:06:24.733+04:00

"If only one could experience being in love with you, Reason won't be sought. For love is not thought, it is feeling."

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-2449591837130448862008-10-26T23:57:00.004+04:002008-12-13T23:46:22.662+04:00

Coming to the special relationship I was talking about. I have to go back to your previous letter in which you asked me if you could call the feeling "friendship". If you go by the definition or norm set by society then we have very little chance to have friendship. One reason being our "friendship" isn't clearly defined. This got me thinking. "If this is not friendship according to me, then what

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-32802340379231490302008-10-26T23:57:00.003+04:002008-12-13T23:45:38.834+04:00

"Anger is a good thing. It separates the ones blinded by fury and ones who become more focussed by challenges."

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-1804057756815715792008-10-26T23:56:00.001+04:002008-12-03T10:33:20.601+04:00

"Never demean Sacrifice by complaining about it. Only a worthy few are bestowed upon with this noble act."

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-56768038373598583052008-10-26T23:55:00.001+04:002008-12-03T10:32:57.610+04:00

Humans invented words to communicate ideas, not to express feelings. Feelings are beyond words and they are best expressed through silence.

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-52645401651590474082008-10-26T23:54:00.001+04:002008-11-20T08:07:42.796+04:00

That reminds me about how you feel when people don't respond to you in a good way when you do something for them. I believe that when you know what you are doing is right, without prejudices or any ill-intention, then, it is not the people from whom you should expect a response. God judges your actions and therefore I feel only God responds to all that you do by bestowing you with the (superior)

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-48468573672716316382008-10-26T23:52:00.002+04:002008-11-15T22:34:08.986+04:00

The first thing I do when I open my eyes in the morning is to look at the sky. I have been doing this since I was a child. The thing that I like about the sky is that it is always changing in how it appears, but it essentially remains the same. Trying to be perfect all the time and yet being beyond comparison. It is always there with you, whether you think about it or not.

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-26936886131538095492008-10-26T23:51:00.001+04:002008-11-12T10:08:40.608+04:00

All this goes to say..........just speak what you feel like speaking. Let not your thoughts stop you from being yourself.

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-73925284151995555322008-10-26T23:47:00.002+04:002008-11-07T08:39:53.587+04:00

I feel really honoured when you tell me that our thinking is similar. I ask you one thing, "When you say you are happy (just concentrate on the word "happy" here for a moment) does it sum up the entire feeling that you feel when you find someone who has the same thinking or behaviour as you?" I am trying to explain to you the boundaries of words. Let's take the example of how you feel when you

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-76181278149403312642008-10-26T23:45:00.001+04:002008-11-07T08:38:48.583+04:00

Then again, is it really important to communicate in perfect language with someone when you don't really require words? When I read your letters I never pay attention to the grammar, the spellings or whether the letter unravels in a coherent manner. For me you are in the words, not which words you use, but what you feel or think when you write a word. And when I read your words like that, I never

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-59023182377855728872008-10-26T23:43:00.005+04:002008-11-06T09:02:29.534+04:00

I wrote the following piece as I watched the rain outside my window:"The raindrops slowly form on the window. I give my “life” a break and just enjoy being born again as I see and smell the rain. For a moment I am free. For a moment it’s just me and the rain. I wish I could see the rain with you and live an entire life in this moment."

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-84002766851429717462008-10-26T23:43:00.004+04:002008-11-06T09:01:53.919+04:00

I read the following in a book I'm reading. "When one learns to live life completely, understanding one's actions, understanding one's thinking, appreciating one's capabilities (no matter how small), working to the best of one's abilities, having no sign of confined thoughts, just working with one's soul, then one doesn't need a purpose in life. Then the life you lead is of purpose."I was just

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-40605923515904035852008-10-26T23:40:00.002+04:002008-11-05T08:21:45.132+04:00

When I think about it, I find that as we grow up we lose something very precious. We lose our way of looking at the world without any prejudices or judgements, all in the name of 'growing up'. In fact the philosophy I've been reading about in the past couple of days tends to point out just that. "In trying to seek simplicity in our lives, we end up making it all the more complicated by our

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-43697836877642297202008-10-26T23:39:00.002+04:002008-11-04T08:35:17.032+04:00

It is funny that we strive so hard all our lives to achieve peace of mind. We put all our efforts, our blood, sweat, tears in trying to have peace. But in death........all we have is peace and that too without any effort.

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-9084614075052364462008-10-26T23:38:00.002+04:002008-11-03T10:13:51.897+04:00

Remember, "If you don't take care of yourself, no one else will."

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-36364618021739265452008-10-26T23:37:00.001+04:002008-10-31T14:34:29.678+04:00

What a feeling loneliness is! Serene and beautiful!I hope you don't think that I have gone nuts. In fact when I didn't know the true worth of loneliness, I reacted in the same way you did. My first 'real' experience with loneliness started when I was 16-17 years old. I trusted my family and friends to help me overcome it. I thought it was a BIG problem. It didn't trouble me much for most part of

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-30612609314733827242008-10-26T23:33:00.001+04:002008-11-03T07:50:19.768+04:00

Very few remember these two old aphorisms:1. "Circumstances are the creation of man. Man is not a creature of circumstances."2. "Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so."We learn to live life with the help of experiences. What we learn from experiences are the lessons with which we live our lives. For most part of my life I, like most people, tried very hard to have as many good

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-3891666118287252812008-10-26T23:27:00.002+04:002008-10-28T21:25:51.113+04:00

"Appearance can be put in words, not beauty. Let silence be praise enough, For you have stalled time and thought."

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-40223881091079392682008-10-26T23:26:00.001+04:002008-10-28T21:25:18.024+04:00

Do what you truly feel from your heart, and even in (every) defeat there will be victory beyond comprehension.

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-73076784588738359542008-10-26T23:25:00.004+04:002008-10-28T00:43:49.571+04:00

Don't go about hunting for a job. Apply to various places and wait. Let God choose the best places for you and get you opportunities. Be wise enough to recognise those opportunities and then make the best use of them.

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-66984390027126541432008-10-26T23:21:00.001+04:002008-10-28T00:40:39.128+04:00

The lines on your palm tell me stories.I feel the warmth of your touch and lose myself in it.The lines on your palm may tell many stories, but they never speak about the love that you give.

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-7950954319824343112008-05-11T00:57:00.000+04:002008-05-11T01:18:19.688+04:00

That seemed like a very ordinary beginning to something whose title suggested more, isn't it?Ordinary beginnings are something I'm normally accused of - be they studies, work or relationships. It is like the seed of an Apple tree. It's very ordinary to start with. What the seed brings to life is what is extraordinary.The start to my journey of self-discovery has been pretty ordinary. It has not

Mannuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975844134550860231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597794020229155260.post-70897173840533665882008-05-11T00:46:00.000+04:002008-05-11T01:15:11.302+04:00

I know the web-link sounds cool, but this blog is not about finding one's karma or about how one found his/her karma. "Rays of Sunshine" is about hope that we find when stuck in a mind-storm. It is like finding a reason to live when we sight rays of sunshine while stuck in a storm at sea. In that moment of chaos our karma changes to one of 'acquired karma' - to live, to survive. This blog is a

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