Nritya – My Form of Self Expression

According to Sage Bharat, ” Nritya is a culmination of ” Natya” or acting and “Nritta” or dance. Dance and Theater are entwined together by the thread of music and if either were to be torn away, “Nritya” would be lifeless and insipid. ” Nritta” is incomplete without “abhinaya” or expression and expression without movement…

Oh Captain, My Captain!

You remember him, don’t you? The man who faced his challenges squarely? The one who sat in the temple of knowledge day after day, studying relentlessly, the one you worshipped? What was it that you worshipped in him? His strength, his perseverance, discipline and sensitivity. How he had permeated your senses and your soul and…

WHEN A WOMAN LOST HER CHILDHOOD…

I saw her name on the fax paper that I received as I prepared for her admission. A case of a young teenager who had overdosed on her antidepressants after she got into an argument with her mother. I scan through the paper. She was allergic to a few drugs. I take out an empty patients…

You are still young…

You are still young. Free. Do yourself a favor. Before it’s too late, without thinking too much about it first, pack a pillow and a blanket and see as much of the world as you can. You will not regret it. One day it will be too late.” The Namesake

Rightly conceived, Time is the friend of all…

​ “Rightly conceived, time is the friend of all who are in any way in adversity, for its mazy road winds in and out of the shadows sooner or later into sunshine, and when one is at its darkest point one can be certain that presently it will grow brighter” Lake Newnan, Gainesville, Florida,Summer 2010

1 Minute Inspiration For the Mind, Body and Soul

“Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself He threshes you to make you naked He sifts you to free you from your husks He grinds you to whiteness He kneads you until you are pliant And then he assigns you to his sacred fire That you may become sacred bread for Gods sacred…

Young Lives, Quiet Desperation

He breathed deeply as he lay asleep on his bed, the white covers pulled upto his chin. The Child and Adolescent Psychiatric Center was quiet. As a night nurse,  I had never seen him fall asleep so early in al the nights that he was my patient. He looked so innocent as he dozed. In stark contrast…