आमूमन ज़िन्दगी दौड़ते हुए कुछ ऐसे किस्से दे जाती है, जो जीवन भर भुलाये नहीं भूलते। कभी उनमे बेइन्तहा ख़ुशी होती है, तो कभी दर्द भरा ग़म। उन्ही कुछ खट्टे-मीठे किस्सों में से एक किस्सा मेरा भी है। अब ये कितना सच है, ये तो केवल ईश्वर ही जानता है। न मैं, और न आप।
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Often I ask myself, Why I always run to the mountain And then spend hours gazing the buildings from Corridor…
I learned it is okay to run barefoot if the temperature outside is below freezing but dry. I learned being…
What? I feel lost. Take me to Part I I was silent and smiling as I moved out of Sariska Tiger…
First Step to The IDITAROD Tears rolled down my eyes in pain and despair as I collapsed on a half-frozen muddy…
Carrying a mountaineer’s rucksack and a deflated Camelbak, I was dumbstruck by the awe-inspiring beauty of surrounding greens with partially…
All efforts at self-transformation challenge us to engage in an on-going, critical self-examination and reflection about the foresight. The blissful eternal silence to find the answers to these questions demands commitment and a lot more courage, fire and deep awareness of “I”. This individual commitment, when coupled with engagement in collective discussion, provides a space for critical feedback which strengthens the efforts to change and make ourselves anew, stronger and full of light.
The legend continues… My kingdom as I always call this Martian land, it has always been a relishing experience being…
A revenge served cold Musings on Beeism “First, a DNF at Mandwa-Pune ultra. The weather was odd, conditions were new,…
End of an era After a celebrated triumph in Delhi Half Marathon pacing the rookies to a sub 3-hour finish,…