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THE LANGUAGE OF OUR HEARTS

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  “Funny, how a beautiful song can tell such a sad story!” Sarah Desen   S ome ten days ago, Ameya got in touch with me. He had attended our Personality Development programme in 1997. Now a married man, he was asking me if there was something to help his nephew Darshil (14) and niece Tirtha (11). He was very keen, that the kids had to get something from me to help them in their development… Whatever that might be. ‘Whatever’, I said. Because it was ‘whatever’, that Ameya was looking for, I said ‘Yes’ and took the two angels into my fold. We also decided, that their parents, as well as Ameya and his wife – all would join the online sessions… Today we completed six of the twenty sessions, and, I am extremely satisfied the way they are going… When it comes to communication, in whichever form it may be, I encourage everyone to communicate not only with their mind, but also with their heart. While head may project you as an intelligent person, it’s your heart, that help...

A SIMPLE LOVE STORY... BRILLIANTLY TOLD

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O n this Monday (9 th May), my wife and I wanted to watch the late night show of Marathi movie, ‘Sairat’. But, we didn’t get tickets and ended up watching ‘Captain America’. Both movies got over around 12. Out, we bumped into my brother Vivek and his wife, Sonu, who had watched ‘Sairat’. Sonu, being a Maharashtrian, is very fond of Marathi films, plays and music…. “How did you like ‘Sairat’?” I asked Vivek and Sonu. The response left me and my wife a lot puzzled… In fact, the response was almost not there! Anyway, they went their way and we came ours… It was past midnight. My wife and I were desperate to watch ‘Sairat’. So, we tried our luck, once again, on Wed (11 th May) for the 7.10 show. It was fully sold out! Finally, we got tickets for 9.05 show. By the time we went in, it was packed to the brim! Old, young, kids… all. Couples, families and group of young boys… yes, predominantly Maharashtrians… By the time the movie started, I realized ...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...