Ayush Pandey

I am the Atman and thus, I must hold onto to the belief that joy is my real nature and do everything to protect the joy of heart from anything potentially harmful. For instance, from any thought which claims to be real I, i.e, the body and the mind. Such thoughts are to be barred from sneaking in inside your mind by mentally keeping a sacred mantra or any holy image in the expanse of your consciousness. This is highly effective if the idea is revolved around day in and day out until we forget that we even exist…

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the body on the road lying downright flat, blood shooting up profusely from his nose. She was aghast and transfixed with fright. It was dead of night. She was going back home from her work. To board a cab, it was a walk of 100-300 meter cutting through the darkest of darkness, darkness which freezes the beats of the heart. Darkness which could bring about a cardiac arrest if a person is timid and a coward. That night was mingled with all sorts of sounds of occultism. Like a gush of air grazing the ears and stirring fearful thoughts. Alas! Terrifying was the time of night in the Alley of Phantoms. She had to wend her strides every night to make it to the road lit with gigantic lamps to halt a cab. There the darkness was effaced by light. Light jumped darkness, and lo! darkness succumbed and gave in. That was the only spot wherein darkness lingered awed of light. She lit a cigarette, had a puff and relaxed. She kept walking and reached where there was a corpse lying emotionless and motionless, devoid of breath. That cigarette curled itself and her fingers mechanically, as it were, liberated the cigarette. It was fear that did it, or the cause was the fright set in by that corpse. She ran and ran, with the beats of the hearts running behind her. Oh, it was a stark ordeal for her. Only Heaven knew if she would ever make it to her home safely or drop-dead. None could answer that question. Her purse, her fancy and scintillating flip-flops all renounced her and abandoned her like a dead men. Her tears were unstoppable.

It blocked her sigh midway-
It blocked her sigh midway-

There could be times when you wake up blissful and take a siesta and wake up having a feeling in the heart that something is missing. An inimitale void. A lost and forlorn heart. A powerful sadness sweeping over your heart, and you see it engulfing your heart but you let it exert as much force as it could; you stand there as a witness, an observer, witnessing the vagaries of your mind controlling you, making you dance like a stringed-puppet.

There are such times when the aformentioned phenomenon occurs. When it occurs next time, halt and observe the changes it brings about in your body. You will not be astonished to know that your life is controlled by your thoughts and presently, we are largely under their thraldom.

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