Stories from Vanisha

Looking at our old pictures, we surprised ourselves. Is that really us? Just a few years ago, with neat hairdos and simple clothes, we looked so vibrant. My teenage daughter, Vrinda, has recently become more interested…

As a child, I was not interested in studies, but not going to school wasn't an option. One day, my English teacher, Mr. Bhatia told us to write an essay - "If I were a bird".…

I was excited to get an invitation from the career counselor at my daughter's school. The objective was to help my daughter to decide on the career stream in class XI. The counselor was sitting on…

I often wonder what keeps Kriya Master Per H. Wibe going. Forty years of unimaginable dedication to achieve silence—what fuels such commitment? What motivates him to meditate day and night without ever growing bored or tired?…

One day, Rishika brought a homemade cake in her tiffin box. Banni had never tasted such a delicious cake before. She wanted more. Rishika told her that it could be easily made at home in the…

There was a sage, living in a small house near the river Ganga. He used to go to Ganga to take bath every morning. One day he forgot to close the window while leaving his house.…

One day, during a conversation with my 12-year-old daughter, Vrinda told me, "Aannya, my friend, is just an average student in the class." "How can you say that?" I asked. "She scored 80% on the exams,…

Yes, she changed her priority after marriage. She took an easy option that seemed to be good in the beginning. Later in life, she realized that her financial dependency stimulated her weakness. Might be her ego…

My grandfather was a self-made and successful business man. He was also the backbone of our big joint family. Every day after the dinner, he used to go for long walks, really long…. and I used to accompany him for the ice-cream on the way back.