When our minds are overwhelmed, stories are like a balm for the soul. They speak not only to our intellect but also to our hearts. Stories are heirlooms passed down from one generation to the next—in the courtyard, on journeys, at mealtimes, or as sacred instructions. They carry with them the wisdom of living well, cautionary tales about the dangers of human existence, and practical tips for navigating life’s challenges.
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Seeds are for planting: Love is for spreading
You may have come across two words that sound similar but differ greatly in meaning: Moha (मोह) and Prem (प्रेम). While Moha, or attachment, is considered one of the five primary vices, Prem, or love, is often a term used to describe the Divine itself. Where Moha leads to pain, Prem is seen as a…
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Every action counts | Choosing kindness and justice
What comes to your mind when you think of the word power – a king, a politician, a corporate leader? Most of us hold power in our everyday actions, even if we don’t realize it. We use our power when we offer support to a friend going through a tough time. When we forgive a…
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Who am I? | The Tale of the Lost Prince
There is a story about a prince who loses his memory and wanders far from his kingdom. He stumbles upon a group of beggars who welcome him as one of their own. Each morning, they leave for town to beg from door to door. When they return, they share their alms with the prince, who…
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The Water Carrier and the Queens
Kabir Ji, a renowned Bhakti saint, lived in Benaras. One day, as he sat by the river ghat, the king’s grand caravan arrived, accompanied by his queens. The sight dazzled the pilgrims, who were awestruck by the display of royalty and opulence. The queens, draped in fine clothes and adorned with precious jewels, descended from…
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Judging others: Moses and the Shepherd
In Rumi’s Masnavi, there’s a beautiful legend about a young shepherd who sits under a tree and has a heartfelt conversation with God. “God, they say you are one, and that you are alone. So am I. You have no family, and neither do I. You have no home, and I don’t either. Wouldn’t it…
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When You Are in the Seat of the Giver
There was once a generous king. Every day, he would bring a large vessel of grain to distribute to those in need. People would line up, holding out their jholis (a cloth stretched out to receive alms). The king would scoop up fistfuls of grain and fill them, but he never looked at the faces…
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