Still Paath

The Moments That Never Return There’s a quiet truth that often escapes us in the rush of everyday life: some moments, once gone, never return.  They arrive without ceremony, pass without notice, and leave behind only a trace a faint feeling, a memory that softens at the edges.  This is not a lament but a gentle reminder.  A truth that invites us to live more slowly, more intentionally. In a world obsessed with permanence and productivity, we rarely pause long enough to simply observe. Yet, the most profound parts of life often happen in between our plans in a shared glance, the sound of distant laughter, the way sunlight dances across a room at dusk.  These are not grand events.  They are quiet, ordinary, fleeting.  And therein lies their magic. 🎞 The Illusion of Continuity We like to believe life is a straight path, unfolding neatly with each passing day. But the truth is far less linear. Life moves in curves, in cycles, in moments that rarely repeat. W...

🍁 The Season of Enough October arrives with that golden hush, The kind where the air smells of ripeness, the light softens, and everything seems to whisper, “Slow down, you’ve done enough.” From Mehregan in Iran, celebrating light and friendship, to Sukkot , where families eat under open skies, to Agera along Mumbai’s coast, where farmers bless their harvest, to the joy of Oktoberfest in Germany and the prayers of Dree in Arunachal Pradesh every culture bows, in its own way, to the same sacred generosity. Different lands. Same feeling. The simple, humbling truth of thank you. It’s the Earth’s pause a moment between giving and resting. Crops are gathered, fruits are ripened, and the fields finally breathe. Everywhere in the world, this rhythm of gratitude takes shape through different festivals each one a song to the same truth: the Earth provides, and we give thanks. 🌾 What Harvest Really Means Harvest isn’t just about crops it’s about what has grown inside us. Each of u...

A soul letter for the ones who ache quietly, even among others. 🌒 The Silence No One Sees There’s a kind of loneliness no one talks about. Not the peaceful solitude of a forest walk, not the soft quiet of tea and a journal - but a heavy, breathless kind. The one that feels like you’re fading, even while surrounded by people. The kind where the heart whispers,  “No one is truly here for me.” And the ache is so familiar, it starts to sound like truth. 💔 This Is Not About Being Alone Let’s be clear. Some people love their solitude. They build homes inside quiet. They find peace in walking alone. This is not about them. This is about the ones who lie in bed next to someone and still feel abandoned. The ones who smile in group photos, but wonder if anyone really knows them. The ones who scroll through messages and feel emptier with each ping. It’s not about the presence or absence of people. It’s about connection . And when connection is missing, even the most crowded life can...