Live your dream through overcoming obstacles and never ever quit!

Each one of us has some Everest in life to climb’


How to market on the smell of an oily rag

Reaching people from the bottom of the world (and not the world of your bottom…


“Perfection is achieved not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away,”

“I make art through writing and words are my tools”

Jennifer Rush: The Power of Love

Happy birthday, Jennifer

Shared by “totally unmusical, unromantic (+ impulsive”) c

“Information and Inspiration Distributer, Incorrigible Encourager and People-builder” *

* not bridges (thank goodness)!

Well my family and friends say I’m “safest” just writing and sharing



Best wishes from the First City to see the light


Share, support, uplift, encourage and help spread hope, love and light

“The world would have you agree with its dismal dream of limitation. But the light would have you soar like the eagle of your sacred visions.”

Share, support, uplift, encourage and help spread hope, love and light


Weekend Stories by Trishikh

Atop a small hill, on the banks of the mighty Damodar river in the steel city of Durgapur in the Bankura district of the state of West Bengal in the Indian subcontinent stood a rickety little mud cottage. In front of this tiny earthen adobe towered a metal and concrete two-way vehicular bridge atop a colossal barrage, stretching across the ancient riverbed. At the break of dawn, every day, from this flimsy shanty emerged a bald old man with a long silver beard and a massive chest. No one knew his real name and called him Duburee, meaning a diver in the Bengali language.

Wearing only a tightly wrapped loincloth around his waist, he would spend the next hour applying a strong-smelling mustard oil all over his old but firm skin, especially inside his ears, naval, and on his colossal chest. Following this, he would perform another hour of yogic…

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