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 Feeling inconvenience has become a part of our life even though it's just a state of our subconscious. Especially after what happened during the Pandemic it has disrupted our lifestyle and our peace of mind so much that it has begun to take a toll on our health.  That intense pressure to perform the best at home, at school at work and on other professional frontiers is so intense that mental peace has gone haywire. It's a tough and painful situation. Because if you lose your wellbeing, your health forever then no amount of money can bring it back completely.  It's our only priceless asset, so make sure you grow with it suitably.  Even relationships keep digging their grave if are not dealt with a balance of happiness and support. That comes from inside and if we have that glow, that energy and positivity it would create a stronger bond with your desired person, your family.   Look around and feel the beauty of life. Like I said before even a multi-millionaire person has to

🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔 I see the Gliding of a sleet nymph   prancing down from the soft smogs,   What charm has it on the grey realm how it saunters so gaily,  The sleet nymph sits on the autumnal hedge,  Whispering fondness to the old brown cracks.  Her Snow is a smidgen of happiness and season.  That promises the best memoirs and reasons.   The heat shies away bowing to the frost flakes, They kiss the ground with a fond embrace.  Snow like a moment moves swiftly with grace,  It's the elixir of eternity and a smile on our face.  🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔🏔

***                              Dis-moi ce que ça fait d'être nostalgique de quelque chose qui n'a jamais existé Pourtant, c'est si réel  Oh, si très éthéré Le vent qui caressait autrefois ta peau N'était qu'un rêve, ma chère Un rêve si envoûtant Si séduisant et trompeur. 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 Dites-moi ce que cela fait d'aspirer à ce qui ne peut jamais être Tout sauf un conte de fées Un conte de fées céleste et chérubin  La salle de bal dans laquelle vous avez dansé une fois N'était qu'une illusion,  ma chère Une cruelle,  mais si bêtement séraphique Vous ne pouvez même pas diminuer ton espoir d'une vie comme celle-là 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 Dis-moi ce que ça fait d'être conscient que l'apparition maléfique du fantasme t'a attiré dans son piège  Un piège de faux mensonges saisissants   c'est comme un papillon attiré par la flamme........ 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 Dis-moi ce que ça fait d'être accro  à qu

               "It's late",  A husky mellowed voice startled me and sent chills down my spine. I whisked my head around to see him.   He was massive. His ebony and curly long hair looked dew-like in the sprinkling downpour, and his Browne almost molten eyes touched a part of my spirit that I thought I had forfeited. A part of my soul that I was searching for. The part that led me to this late-night walk. "I-I didn't hear you behind me", I brushed the wet hair from my eyes, "I'm just here for a late-night walk." "In this downpour?", he chuckled showing his perfectly white teeth and smile lines. I felt mesmerized. "Yes", I smiled back, "A soul-cleansing tactic, I suppose."  "Darling", he took a few strides towards me and rested his hand upon my cheek, "Let's go back inside." As odd as it was for this stranger to touch my complexion so intimately, it felt so familiar. I softened in his presence

Time is a dilemma. Everyone is subject to its crusade, and we cannot get forth or behind momentum. In this respect, the preceding and the prospect are make-believe. From a self-perspective, the body serves as a worthwhile citation point for time.  The significance of time is very noticeable in the changing superficial appearance of the body. From the perspective of conception and demise, time is an unbent multitude. Western thought subscribes to the unbent criterion of time.  In contrast, Eastern conventions look at time as a circular assumption, and this has been the case since time immemorial. Time moves circularly on a traditional watch dial. In contrast, the mind perceives the linearity of time from the past to the future. 🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍🌍

                    🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺 A silhouette gradually crept over her. In the nucleus of the dark, near a starlit brine.  Whirling around, she saw herself weighed in a beastly gape. "Don't maim me, Dear Majestic Creature, for I too am the Child of the night the lover of the moon", she said.  "So I sensed, therefore I approach: said the lone silver-streaked Wolf. With a glimmer in his eyes, he closed the distance.  Her arm sealed in his jaws, her yell lancing the darkness. Frantic and alleviated, for a while, the Wolf had the pleasure but his bite caused no harm.               🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗 Confused the Creature looked into the Maiden's eye and found the light of the past. Her mysterious smile lulled him to have a fierce embrace.  Surpassing every moment, they found their equivalent. So they plummeted through the darkness, near that starlit brine.  Their intermingled endeavour resuscitating on the sagas of the squall. "

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 The tones are the phrases to which our spirits would descant if they were to serenade the Lune.  Ears yearn to unravel every note as if they were scouring the inlets of a story. The inkling throbs within the noblest of Dragon Blood.  It moves even the most desolate of wolf whines. For this is the tone that whisks in nature's blood.  🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 This is the key that is already entrenched in our sanities. This is the pitch of the thicket. Of a craving to be unrestricted.  This is the volume of remorse in the instant like that hunter who watches a realm's cessation. 💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐                                   - Janaki Mehta  ©®™℅

                 Prancing through the timberland, I gape at the purple skies unwinding my spirits under the silhouettes of her trees. Scenting the serenity I mellowingly speculate the marvels of the vitality. Have you perpetrated it as well? Felt the flicker of the lustrous mellowed leaves, the twisting twigs, the jeer of the night owls, and your orifices enraptured with the tones of glowworms?  Multifarious forms of bewitching beauties gaily piping through the gusty meanders is a mighty harbinger of the autumnal epoch. Learn to ameliorate in stillness and unfold your psyche to the profound verity of this esoteric cosmos.... this stride towards discerning the realm of the exotic will make you envision the innate form of resplendence.     *************************************                                       ©®™-  Janaki Mehta    

  ♣.               Good Morning Everyone! Hope you all are doing well and safe. My topic for today is vast and intriguing. Our Ecological Culture and our crucial accountability towards its sustenance.....  ♣.                     Cultural Ecology has several components determining its vitality and its basic idea. One of the factors is Environmental determinism. Several cultures are affected and are created by the surrounding ecology.  ♣.               A prosperous environment will increase longevity and will be a beneficial source of life for everybody. If the habitat remains the exclusive determining factor in one culture we would get several cultures of a similar kind later on. The people who live in the same County and geographical areas and who have access to the same resources still will exhibit varied nature in civilization.   ♣.                Some differences are quite extreme and they also have alternative procedures for the production of food. All these factors are interconnec

  When you are standing in the room with that painting in front of you nobody would care to make the relation of why you are looking at that piece or what is your relationship with that. It might be that you are allured by its smiling face, its mystique eyes or the whole scenery captured your soul.                        What you are looking at is your choice and it's your understanding of it. You will keep on wondering. How is it painted and why is it painted and what is the emotion lying behind it?            These facts make a piece even more beautiful as you get to involve yourself in the subject. For example, Do you know why the fingers of God and Adam do not touch in Michelangelo's famous work of art on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel of the Apostolic Palace in Vatican City? The finger of God is extended to the maximum, but the finger of Adam is with the last contracted phalanges. This understanding of art is to explain that God is always there, but the decision is men.

  The eastern edge of Himalayan terrain touching Bhutan houses has notable Monasteries situated near Dzongs (fortresses) in scenic hilly landscape sloping down to valleys that feel the stroke emotive live rivers.  Jomolhari Peak is popular with the Trekkers who reach the height of 7,326 meters whereas those interested in Buddhism find in Taktsang monastery thickly forested Paro Valley.  Most places have an unadulterated serene natural surround that is still untouched by human greed and the modernity of rat-race better known to city dwellers.  Even Thimphu, the capital city of Bhutan is a real treat for the peace-loving gentry. One can feel timelessness when visiting Dechencholing Palace in Thimpu. The place is also loved by wildlife as it boasts the untouched Motithang Takin Preserve, a natural and original home for The ‘Dong Gyem Tsey’ or Takin, the National Animal of Bhutan. Photographers delight is just 20 kilometres off the city called Sangaygang View Point.  Visitors relish the sp

Quality Reading is an embedded royalty in the course of gaining knowledge. If I daresay on my part, " A good book for me is like a refuge and a cure from the innumerable dilemmas of the world. It's a solution. A library filled with tales and topics will render a new vision to interpret life".    For learning a novel idea or a perspective you grab a particular genre, and that authentic substance fills your brain with information. Your brain gets a transgression or a push from what you believed in the past and formulates a new concept. Reading defines your life in a way you can understand your past and even your present. There is no book where a writer or the author/biographer hasn't made an effort to collectively represent the facts and fiction. You can criticize the writings but you cannot cancel or ignore them.  There are moments where a single line from some novel or a textbook can erupt through your mind and change your life. You never know. What I feel is, it does

 I am quite eager today to share with you my chosen topic of difficult roads that often leads to beautiful destinations.  This applies to all of us here who are passing through the same time as the world witnessed the horror of a pandemic. I never had heard this word before, never took it seriously. I knew what a virus is, but until now I never understood how deadly it can be. Nevertheless, the "corona kaal" as we call it is unexpected and a mixed experience for me.  8 months at home...I am a kid..how long would I be able to stay at home? How long will stay from my class? How long?  Won't I feel an urge to run outside with bare feet not caring about the silly virus? The answer is. .  I will stay as long as there doesn't come a green signal of "coast (in this case air) is clear.  Because it's not just me who will be prone. These are all my brothers and sisters and my elders whom I must save from the jaws of death. I will be patient until there will come a day

 I believe that Sanskrit is the mother of all languages. The similarities it supplies with other languages are just "too" many to completely rule out the fact that other languages could have had unfolded themselves from Sanskrit.  One logical explanation is, the Sanskrit words are more detailed in sound (ex: too many samyuktakshar and dwitvakshar sounds), pertained to the counterparts in other ancient languages. The noticeable strikes to the mind that originated words are either equally complicated or easier in sound and articulation than the root word itself but seldom never more complex than the root word. Let's explore the global ancient linguistics now. For example, Baltic and Slavic languages came out from the same Balto-Slavic language before they split. The Baltic is way more Archaic though. If someone's interested I would like to suggest that many of the words/names in Rigveda are astonishingly similar to that in Zend Avesta. It might make it easier to figure

 The Romans had been speaking Latin for a thousand years before the Church came to power in the Empire. Many of the "other" Romance languages developed simultaneously with the big ones. Latin didn't change because it was highly inflected, all languages change over time. Not every word can be changed according to all of those variables, some of them apply to nouns and others to verbs. That is NOT why Latin is used to classify species, we just needed a common language for it. Some modifications are even more complex than Latin with two extra cases and 3 extra tenses (times).  So, complexity is not really why the language died. We can express ourselves much more efficiently. English achieves its range of expressions with new words and phrases, we can achieve most of this with just grammar, plus we can add new words and phrases. The language is too complex to spark wider interest, but complexity can't be the reason because the roman empire was much stronger and widely spr

 "Are you frightened, daughter?" The words of my father touched my ears as we walked along the high paths upon the Citadel walls. So many people! So many! "I confess...l am, Father. This day. This responsibility is overwhelming." He smiled and patted her hand as they walked. "It can be if you allow it." I smiled. "Is that how you ruled so well? Not allowing it?" He smiled back at her. "Ariel helped over much." And they both laughed.  Today was a day among days. The day of succession. Tabitha did her best to quieten her nerves but still could not accomplish such a mighty task. "I confess, father. I confess I am unsure of my ability to do as you did when you were King." He chuckled. "I am still King." A sheepish look overtook his face. "Until Noon." His eyes thinned humorously. "You are not going to exile me, are you? I'm too old for that life." ***********  Tabitha was shocked. "What? Of c

When you have seen the tentative beginnings of Spring, When life just begins to stretch from its slumber, when you have seen its vivid greens that erupt from stone-brown soil, that shoot out of the still-cold earth, when you have seen the revelries and warmth and lazy living nights of Summer, when the yellows and greens have lit up beneath the clear, azure sky when the flowers have flourished and fruits have ripened, know this, my sweetheart.  The world turns, life and death rising and falling in a cycle of beautiful fire, endless grace, and the colours, as all things do, move in their harsh and gentle ways, turning about the revolutions of time. Summer's warmth has come and gone before your very eyes, know that Autumn comes, in her dancing grace, falling, and falling, and rising yet again with the wind's whispers, dancing upon these forest floors and bejeweling them with her fiery hair and feathers, and adorning the trees with her flaming dress, singing as the birds do, a hera