The Traveller' wrote to us one day with faith, trust and lots of ideas in his mind. We greeted and wrote back to him, “Hari Om... Come to our house and be our guest”. Then the day came when he arrived home. Our brothers met him at the gate, our family welcomed him at the reception with a warm tea and a smile. He smiled back at us with hope and apprehension.
Rachel Stuck writes about her experience at yoga retreat in Goa. Impermanence stuck its tongue out at me the following morning while I groggily packed my bags and pouted because I was tired. I then […]
Yoga and Life ! Well, my enlighten friends, yoga to me is either quite simple yet most elaborate to satisfy or answer our never-ending quest for the knowledge of health, happiness and existence itself. […]