What that extraordinary fact means for you, for humanity, and for the world we are building together. Sadhavi Khosla I have been carrying this piece for a long time. Not in a notebook or as an idea waiting to be written. But as a lived feeling, something I encountered first on the footsteps of Kailash, the abode of Shiva (the axis mundi of the world), when everything unnecessary had fallen away from me and what remained was so simple and s
I first set foot on American soil in 2005. I worked & lived in Michigan. I traveled across states. I felt something that I had never quite felt anywhere else on earth. An energy. A belief. A palpable sense that anything was possible here. That the American dream was real. That this was a place where a human being could arrive from anywhere with nothing and become something extraordinary through the sheer force of their own will and their own
We have been fighting wars since the beginning of recorded human history. The Mahabharata documented the most devastating war ancient India ever witnessed. 18 days of battle on the plains of Kurukshetra. 18 million human beings dead. An entire civilization brought to the edge of annihilation. And at the end of it, when the last arrow had fallen and the last warrior had collapsed on blood soaked ground, the victor sat on his throne and wept. B
THE ONLY TRUTH NOBODY WANTS TO FACE. What losing my father taught me about the one appointment none of us can cancel. We are all chasing something. Money, status, power, relationships, wealth, recognition, security, the next goal, the next milestone, the next thing that will finally make us feel that we have arrived somewhere worth arriving. We spend our entire lives in this chase, breathless and relentless, convinced that whatever we are
Three Kailash journeys. Seven years. What I learned that no book could have taught me. Every time I try to describe Kailash, I fail. Not because words are inadequate, but because Kailash does something to words. It makes them feel small in a way that nothing else does. No scripture prepares you for it. No traveller’s account does justice to it. You stand before that mountain and something in you goes completely quiet without being asked. No
For every father whose love was too large for words. And every child who understood it too late. The world has always known how to celebrate a mother’s love. We have songs for it, poems for it. Entire traditions built around honouring it, and rightly so. A mother’s love is visible, present, expressed in a thousand daily acts of care that surround a child from the very first breath. But there is another love. Quieter. Less celebrated. R