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I am learning Pāli since a year at the department of pāli in mumbai university. It is a language in which the Buddha spoke during his time. I’ll be sharing some tid bits from the pāli texts that I’m being exposed to in the course. I hope it gives you a glimpse into the word and world of the Buddha.

girl in nature


















































* one summer day

the rhythm of a day, today

as two eyes open

who told them to?


thoughts at bay

coolness pervades all through


settling into the stillness

on the ground

time and space no longer bound

expansiveness full existence

"duties" "plans" "worries" begin

knocking on, ever so gently

just like alwyna, isa and rob

the cute puppies of cocoa

sniffing the toe, licking the heel, paws in air


suns rays begin to peek through the clouds

gently, soberly, hues of blush


ravenous now

the plotting continues

what to make for breakfast

what can be done today

this and that, that too and this also


alwyna in full swing

punching, jumping

digging her nails in my trousers

isa joining in all the fun

rob slowly making his way through

to get a piece of me as well



the sweet fragrance of ripe warm mangoes beckons

tall trees, dark green leaves

dark brown bark

showering juicy mangoes on the ground

how it fits so snugly in the hand

warm, poke it, knead it, massage all the


bite the top off

and the pulp flows

so yellow

sweet and sour

so smooth, you're in heaven


thak, another one drops

pick some for everyone back at the ranch

some to dry

some for amras

some for manga curry

some for those who will visit

some for ... just some extra just in case

and another tree here

another one there

lost in mango bliss

the sack weighing down

heading back


the path brightly lit



- scribbled at sapna ranch, a family away from family and a home away from home 


for the love of nature


























































































one as two


it was a rare sighting

felt as if we struck gold


on just a lost trail


so fantastic

hard to miss

screaming awe

to me




among all

two of them called out



buttressed roots

meeting the ground beneath

one beside the other


"dont plant trees so close, especially the same kind"


they seemed like twins

as tall as broad

yet unique in their own stride


they chose to hold hands

you see

never did i see, so a first for me


the roots of one

colliding into the other


{no resistance, no signs of strife}




as if there isn't even

the slightest sense of disparity in between


just, one

and another



like tributaries

pouring into

mother river

they flow into one another




creating new paths


one as two

two as one


whose who

whose who