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They remembered Vaishali. She climbed mango trees as a girl. She swam in rivers where the current ran strong. She laughed at boys who were afraid to jump. She was never afraid. She married at sixteen. The house was big. The gold was heavy. Her husband had land but no words. Her in-laws had only
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Rahul was a mechanical engineer, working a steady nine-to-five job at a reputable firm. The salary was good, the benefits comfortable, yet every evening, he returned home with a gnawing emptiness. Life felt mechanical—wake, work, return, sleep, repeat. The glow of his computer screen, the hum of machinery, the endless reports—it all left him drained,
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How Motion Reversed My Diabetes Most people underestimate the power of motion — not just movement, but intentional, repeated, daily motion. I was one of them. After years of managing type 2 diabetes with Metformin (500 mg twice daily), my HbA1c hovered stubbornly around 53–50 mmol/mol. It stayed there despite routine medication. But in the
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In a world fractured by haste, spectacle, and short-term gain, what compass can still guide us toward a life of substance? Not merely of achievement or appearance, but one that feels rightly lived — inwardly coherent, socially responsible, and quietly extraordinary? The Sanskrit triad Satyam Shivam Sundaram — truth, goodness, beauty — is one such
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The Enduring Human Quest for Just Governance From the moment humanity first gathered in communities, a fundamental paradox emerged. As we began to live socially, we collectively developed “shared artefacts” – not just tools and technologies, but also the very structures of organisation and decision-making necessary for our collective development. Yet, almost as soon as
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How you breathe and how you walk — these are not just background actions of a busy day. They are active forces that influence your blood pressure, often more profoundly than we realise. For many, these rhythms are unconscious. But what if they could be re-trained, tuned, and harmonised — not only to reduce pressure
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We lost a friend recently. He was one of us — educated, accomplished, a PhD in engineering. His death came suddenly, without warning. The kind that stops conversation mid-sentence, that puts silence in a WhatsApp group where laughter used to live. In that pause, one friend wrote something that has stayed with me: Can we
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Walk into a church. A mosque. A temple. The rituals look worlds apart — hymns rise, heads bow, incense curls through the air. But beneath the symbols, there’s one unmistakable common thread: Everyone is speaking without expecting a reply. Call it prayer, meditation, chanting, or reflection. Strip away the vocabulary and what remains is a
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Why trust must be rooted in clarity, not just culture The robe may be sacred, but not every hand that holds it is clean. The voice may pray, but not every tongue speaks truth. Greed does not knock — it sits beside you, calls you brother, And smiles as you hand it your trust. We
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