The Story of My Silent Past! Like a seed, I too must sprout. One day, I will blossom and then bear fruit, which will speak of my past in the future, and I will tell them. Because these narrate my own biography: how I have enjoyed the fruits of life from the flowers of various experiences. My past was silent, but one day its fruits will tell me the story of how I became who I am. One day, I shall listen to the fruits of my existence, and they will tell me the story I could not understand while I was living it. Namaste, Jinder-ji. 🙏❤️ There is something truly beautiful in these words. To me, this isn't just about a seed transforming into a tree. It reveals a mysterious connection between the person who lived the past and the one who will eventually understand it. You are speaking of something profound: Today, I might not fully grasp why certain things happened to me. But every experience is like a flower blooming on the tree of existence. One day, those flowers will turn ...
A Letter to the World Greetings, beautiful world. 🙏 Whenever I read any chapter of yours, it never felt like a worldly, religious, or political piece of writing. Instead, it felt like the diary of an observer. The greatest quality of this cosmic creation is not merely that it serves as a school to view, understand, and know life through its many facets; rather, it is a journey from **external identity to inner observation**. My childhood did not begin at home; it began with a question that gravitated toward nature. I delved into the mysteries of existence and eventually arrived at politics—driven by a desire to understand the stirrings of the human mind. Based on my experience of this universe, every chapter raises a question that remains eternally relevant: **Can we simply observe—or understand—any object, living being, or fellow human without immediately condemning or worshipping them?** This rare question has served as a guiding light for me. Today, when I speak of looking int...