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Disclaimer: “My Old-soul Twinkle,” is my heartfelt attempt to capture the endless stream of thoughts racing through my mind. At times, these musings may seem confusing—or even a little "out there"—but I genuinely welcome your counterpoints and insights. Dive in and share your thoughts. Sometimes I feel like the 1980s and 90s had a secret ingredient . No, life was not perfect back then. People had problems. Families argued. Jobs were stressful. Money was often tight. But somehow, those grainy photographs of the era reflects that the emotions were real. Old stories from grandparents make the relationships felt less edited. Smiles were not waiting for likes. Friendships did not need Wi-Fi to survive. Back then, if someone visited our house, they actually came to meet us with no background of where we had gone for lunch, or about our last trip. They just visited, and we had so much to share and talk and discuss. Just a ringing doorbell and papa shouting, “ dekho kaun aya hai ” . ...

  For readers of my blog, you already know how much I love books that revolve around books themselves. There is a kind of magic that I feel about such books. This week’s book was a happy, almost accidental discovery through Amazon’s recommendations. I was glad for such happenstance and a fulfilling end. The book is an absolute jam. The story revolves around three main characters: Ashlyn, Hemi, and Belle. Without delving into details of the story, Ashlyn Greer, a rare book dealer and owner of the shop “An Unlikely Story”, finds two unpublished, custom-bound volumes from the 1940s written by anonymous authors named ‘Hemi’ (book titled Regretting Belle) and ‘Belle’ (writer of book titled Forever and Other Lies), each telling a different version of their tragic love story, which took place in New York City. Determined to learn the truth behind the doomed lovers’ tale, she reads on, following a trail of broken promises and seemingly unforgivable betrayals. The more Ashlyn learns about H...

Disclaimer: “My Old-soul Twinkle,” is my heartfelt attempt to capture the endless stream of thoughts racing through my mind. At times, these musings may seem confusing—or even a little "out there"—but I genuinely welcome your counterpoints and insights. Dive in and share your thoughts आदमी मरने के बाद कुछ नहीं सोचता। आदमी मरने के बाद कुछ नहीं बोलता। कुछ नहीं सोचने और कुछ नहीं बोलने पर आदमी मर जाता है। And this muteness is eating away at the soul of humankind!! Let me explain.  People are speaking. On video, through blog posts, through multiple channels, and non-stop chattering is now a buzz in human ears. This constant buzzing has numbed the mind, and we have stopped speaking the “things” “required” to be spoken. “Thing” means feelings, emotions, honesty, truth, pain, fear, injustice, and the hard realities. The language of not-so-blunt but yet-not-sugarcoated.  In the name of being mature, social, practical, and politically correct, my inner child feels severe heartbreak ev...

  Disclaimer: This new series, “My Old-soul Twinkle,” is my heartfelt attempt to capture the endless stream of thoughts racing through my mind. At times, these musings may seem confusing—or even a little "out there"—but I genuinely welcome your counterpoints and insights. Dive in and share your thoughts! Once upon a time, I was deeply drawn to motivation. I had great respect for the word “motivation” because it was my go-to source of encouragement when I needed to push myself to face life’s challenges. My little mind and not-so-brave heart came together to write the post titled  From Will to Strong Willpower- A Path to Develop and Sustain Willpower   It so happened that once that post on willpower was published, I received several messages through writing and by phone, encouraging me to explore the topic further. One of the comments on the blog was, “ Why do we relate willpower with performance? Can we still perform if our willpower is low? ” I have always agreed with the...

  The Curious Secrets of Yesterday by Namrata Patel turned out to be such a pleasant surprise. I didn’t expect to get pulled into the story so quickly, but Tulsi Gupta’s journey kept me engaged from the very beginning. Tulsi is restless, reluctant, and quietly searching for a life that feels truly her own. She works with her mother, Devi, and grandmother, Aruna, in their family spice store Rasa, where she is being trained to take over the business of healers someday. But beneath that expectation, she is still trying to understand who she really is and what she feels called to do. As the story unfolds, Tulsi begins to question the beliefs she grew up with and the future everyone seems to have imagined for her. That inner conflict makes her story feel honest, relatable, and deeply human. While the main thread of the story is about self-discovery, the book has so many smaller layers that are just as interesting. There is a sweet romance, a mystery around Tulsi’s father, a social media...

  Disclaimer: This series, “My Old-soul Twinkle,” is my heartfelt attempt to capture the endless stream of thoughts racing through my mind. At times, these musings may seem confusing—or even a little "out there"—but I genuinely welcome your counterpoints and insights. Dive in and share your thoughts! “Jaane kya sochta hai mera dil, tujhko kya chahiye zindagi…” As I listened to this song on my recent voyage from Alibaug to Mumbai, something stirred quietly within me. Maybe it was the sea, maybe the wind, or maybe that familiar restlessness of a travel-troubled soul. For a moment, I did not want to go home. I wanted to keep moving, to disappear into nature, to become a small part of something vast, silent, and honest. There was a time in school when I used to write poetry, thanks to an English teacher who noticed that little spark in me. Then came my Hindi teacher, who introduced me to deeper, more philosophical thoughts. My little mind understood only what it could, but it car...