Why do I bring my hands together to pray? My childhood self used to wonder. Why clasp them in front of my chest? Honestly, the true reason(s) continue to evade me. Maybe to be humble. Maybe something else. I am satisfied with one possibility, though – that we bring our hands to our center. That that action helps us re-orient, re-align, and can remind us of what we are.
Welcome on board The Great Father of Time, the best teacher of life and the de facto co-ruler of the Solar System—Saturn, the only planet in the Cosmos who can stand up to the Sun as its equal. Surprised, are you? I was too when I was first introduced to him while reading The Little Light by Dipa Sanatani.
Inkheart, by Cornelia Funke, helps you picture that world that most of us dream of. Houses filled with books from the floor to the ceiling, amazing characters coming to life, meeting the author of your favourite book, you name it – Inkheart draws up a world that everyone who has ever fallen in love with books has imagined at least once in their lifetime.
Through a very recent discovery, I was able to understand the very basis of fasting that we Muslims have been religiously following since the past 1400 years or so. That’s when I realized that most of the religious practices that we may inadvertently follow may have some scientific principles underlying it.
We writers are searching for that elusive soul who will see us. Truly see us. And no one can understand an author quite like another author. I have a chat with Sanchari Das about how her journey as a book reviewer has shaped her as an author.
“Fasting during Ramadan is not only about keeping away from food. Ramadan is about sharing, giving, helping and forgiving. It’s about building a better version of you and practising those small acts continuously for thirty days so that it becomes a habit.”
My eyes turn their gaze toward the celestial ones. A blanket of stars wrap me in their embrace. It is quiet and cold. I am in the Negev Desert. The last time I was here was close to a decade ago. It was Hanukah and we’d come here on a school trip. Why did my my mind’s eye bring me back here?