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One Life Is Not Enough – An autobiography of K. Natwar Singh.
An account of a life of epic proportions, a symphony unorchestrated, extroverted and humbling at the same time, beautifully drafted and an enjoyable read


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#Sleepingin #cocooning #tired #sleepy #psychology
Shush! It’s a secret.
Drifting into delicate dreams,
Dreaming another dream.
Slipping away into eerie silence
I have always been and I always will be.

Only for a renewal and promise
at sunrise each day
I will get along.


Sunshine and the grand blooming. Happy winter solstice. #flowers



Dear routine,

Happiness is..
No alarms

No to-do list.

No numerous failed attempts to force open eyes late at night.

No coffee compulsions.

Putting behing everything that you can find in a mayhem.
Organising the chaos.
Being “present in the moment”.
Silencing the wars inside the head.
A clear horizon — nothing to worry about on plate.
A Ridiculously high sense of self importance.
A sense of incredible calm.
And a bit more.

Will someone please tell the exams that they are over?
The day begins at 9:00 am and so does the great struggle: wake up or go back to sleep. I think there is no cosmopolitan panacea for a lunging motion out of the bed. It depends on the way I would want to spend the following hours. I could spin health, pleasure, peace, travel living on 24 hours of the day or I might just relax in bed and never leave the room.
But life requires of me both the solitude and sociability.
Unenthusiastic enough, I move out of bed very slowly, take a brief shower followed by the extreme sacrifice of getting dressed. But lodged in my brain is the idea that somehow it rains today not just because I get to sit back at home but also beacuse I love love love rain. It transforms the entire scene into something that is seldom seen – mysterious and magical.
But the sun has begun to set in a little early bringing with it the nuances of winter and I am less than half prepared for it. The mornings will be as dark as the nights and the north winds will send a shiver down the spine. So if you don’t lounge around atleast on a cold winter Sunday, you’re doing it wrong. Well, atleast I have been sleepwalking throughout the day (and life these days).
In pursuit of the fun of life.

Nature’s finest fest

One can only imagine the swift vengeance nature takes by pouring pearls from heaven and roaring winds and spreading green beauty all around, transforming earth into paradise.

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