The Nature's Yogi

Water has always been a gentle whisper to my soul, a captivating draw I’ve yearned to answer since childhood. Although I grew up far from the ocean, my heart was ever adrift, dreaming of its vast embrace. In my late teens and twenties, I found solace by the Satluj river and the tranquil Sukhna lake. These were not just places, but sanctuaries where I sought refuge. As I spent countless evenings there, alone with my thoughts, the soothing murmur of the water felt like a promise fulfilled, a glimpse into the watery world I had always longed to be part of. The gentle flow of the Satluj river and the serene waters of Sukhna lake were like a pulse that echoed through my being. The rhythmic sound of the water became a comforting melody that eased my mind and spirit. I found peace in the solitude, the way the water flowed endlessly, carrying away my worries and bringing a sense of tranquility. These bodies of water taught me about patience and persistence. Watching the water carve its path th...

As I gazed out at the rain from my window, my mind drifted back and wandered to the mornings I once cherished. Back in my home country, I relished the freedom of catching the bus to my office. I remembered those beautiful rainy mornings, standing at the bus stop with my umbrella casting a colorful oasis amidst the drizzle. The clouded sky, the fresh scent of wet earth, and the delicate symphony of raindrops tapping on rooftops were all vivid memories. Now, living in a new country where personal transport is almost indispensable, I find myself feeling constrained and limited. Without my own means of getting around, I often feel like a mere spectator in my own life. The once-cherished freedom seems like a distant memory, overshadowed by the daily struggle of depending on others. I’m constantly asking myself why I’ve delayed taking steps that would restore my independence. Now that I’ve come to terms with this reality, I realize it’s time for me to reclaim my autonomy. I’m determined to t...