The Hole….Author Unknown

A man was asked to paint a boat. He brought his paint and brushes and began to paint the boat a bright red, as the owner asked him.

While painting, he noticed a small hole in the hull, and quietly repaired it.

When he finished painting, he received his money and left.

The next day, the owner of the boat came to the painter and presented him with a nice check, much higher than the payment for painting.

The painter was surprised and said “You’ve already paid me for painting the boat Sir!”

“But this is not for the paint job. It’s for repairing the hole in the boat.”

“Ah! But it was such a small service… certainly it’s not worth paying me such a high amount for something so insignificant.”

“My dear friend, you do not understand. Let me tell you what happened:

“When I asked you to paint the boat, I forgot to mention the hole.

“When the boat dried, my kids took the boat and went on a fishing trip.

“They did not know that there was a hole. I was not at home at that time.

“When I returned and noticed they had taken the boat, I was desperate because I remembered that the boat had a hole.

“Imagine my relief and joy when I saw them returning from fishing.

“Then, I examined the boat and found that you had repaired the hole!

“You see, now, what you did? You saved the life of my children! I do not have enough money to pay your ‘small’ good deed.”

So no matter who, when or how, continue to help, sustain, wipe tears, listen attentively, and carefully repair all the ‘leaks’ you find. You never know when one is in need of us, or when God holds a pleasant surprise for us to be helpful and important to someone.

Along the way, you may have repaired numerous ‘boat holes’ for several people without realizing how many lives you’ve save. ❤️

Make a difference….be the best you…



My cup runneth over and over…

My cup runneth over and over and over !!!

Article 106-Gratitude series

Gratitude is a word that many use in their vocabulary.
It is more in common use that it was before.
Especially with the onslaught of media messages.
But to me, gratitude is not just a word. It’s a verb.
It’s a deep feeling that permeates my bones, my cells, deep down.
In and within, through and through.
A feeling of pure sublime bliss when I do feel it.
It is not that I do not allow myself to feel other emotions. I do. I get annoyed, irritated, exasperated, or frustrated.
And then I realise, this year has been kind to me, as it is to all those reading this. We are safe and alive.
Many of us have lost people we loved and yet we have gotten through. What could be more grateful than this?
I have had a surge of students opting for my Counselling and Life Coaching Course, which is an elitist course, meant for people who are genuinely interested in improving their thought process, people who are asking for change, who have chosen to invest their time during the lockdown in the best possible manner.
Studying and enriching themselves.
Their wealth is their own.
And I am so utterly grateful that they chose me as a facilitator!
Life offers us choices.
Do we take them?
Or do we lock ourselves in the realm of impossibilities?
Locking ourselves is easy and there will always be answers to justify our actions. And is not that the way we hide our potencies?
Comfortable with our impotency?
It is easier to hide our inner knowing of our strengths, than to recognise them and act on them. Once we own ourselves and our choices, there is no one to blame or hold responsible for and that could be frightening.
I urge all reading this to be Grateful. Not just for the obvious but for all that you have secreted within you.
The integrity, the spontaneity, the love, the joy, the fun.
Let it all out.
Let no one dim your brilliance.
Its easy. Just peep into yourself and the Universe is there.
Can a Universe be contained in a box?
In a body?
All we have to keep telling ourselves is, “ My cup runneth over and over and over”
I bow my head in deep gratefulness at sensing the above.
Why don’t you try it?
Light & Love
Life is yours and your Bliss is within.
©Dr Naznin

Day 102-Gratitude series. Echoes of Empathy

Day-102 Gratitude series

Echoes of Empathy

This is a shade of my intuitive writing, which I share, knowing it is with blessings that we are humans.

We can think and emote.

Can we pledge ourselves to use our qualities for the benefit of at least one other being?

I think of my elders each day.

Sometimes each moment.

They are the irreplaceable losses of my life.

And yet the most cherished.

It is through them that I write.

My grateful-ness knows no bounds

Today, I reflect on the sacrifices of our nobility of centuries ago.What immense sacrifices and pain they took upon themselves to fight and be inflicted with wounds, just to give us the message of truth and love and to teach us to have the ability to stand up for what we believe in.

Our Faith.

God’s will and God’s work

Even if to most, God may be a hypothetical figure or name, we are all blessed to have someone in the name of the Most Revered.

It could be different to different people.

It does not matter.

We just have to remind ourselves of the essence, the flavour and the aroma of their teachings

Of Being.

My history reminds me of a Regal dynastic noble, who had light shining from his very countenance.

People who saw Him, lowered their eyes out of respect for the Brilliance that shone. He fought a war that need not have taken place Sometimes you have to fight to defend. And speak in a language which the person understands. Against all odds, HE fought an enemy who flouted all rules of war and decency.

Women and children were left without food-water for days. Valour, Truth, Courage, Skill and Stealth with two-edged sword he braved, for he was the Lord.

Sundown, His horse returned to the tent without the Regal Horseman. The pathos of all brethren then and a similar energy of truth and deep pain resonates with fervour even today.

The resonation is not for mere show. It is to remind us of the sacrifices laid down by our forefathers who are the forbearers of humanity. It is to remind us to be more compassionate each day, sharing true kindness with each soul, whoever they may be and however you may perceive them.

Every creature of this nature is deserving of a warm touch and kind word.

I, myself, have seen many trials, though they are absolutely trivial in comparison to the above history. But I know deep inside that it is their blessings, with which, I have risen. They have sent good people down my path who have made life easier and paved doors where there were none and thrown the window panes open to let the Light and Joy in.

I was provided with people who loved me and blessings of a loving family and a noble man who adored me and even today he has sent me the twinkling smiling sky to do so.

The light behind the grey cloud.

It is a trust in Him where words become superfluous and actions are mere that. The truth of knowing love within,is so sure that no physical proof is needed.

The contact is telepathic and connect is intertwined.


Today I call for each one reading this article to resonate with Kindness and Joy at being Alive.

Let us all together , count our blessings and with ease, Let Loose “ECHOES OF ENPATHY’ that reach far and wide creating a CARAVAN of Compassionate Human Beings.

Lets make our Forefathers proud.

Written with Grace & Gratitude

Life is mine and Bliss is within

©Dr Naznin.


By any other name…

Day-102 Gratitude series
By any other name…

And so the story goes….
This pink beauty blossomed in the home of a friend and he shared it with me.

Even though it was a virtual gift, I felt the aroma, the sweet scent, the softness of its petals, and its inner resilience in growing against the backdrop of a concrete wall.

This rose whispered in my ear that she missed the company of friends. I, naturally empathized.I have had this ability to talk to plants knowing they listen with rapt attention. I know many a plant in my garden has blossomed after my touch and my words and a couple have perished when they have been not given their due attention.

Such is the wonder of love. It allows you to blossom.Love takes you from mere survival to a healthy thrive.
In the lockdown, surprisingly, in spite of not meeting anyone, I have made 2 wonderful connects,
I shall call them friends which are here to stay. We connected through my writings and they would pick up those phrases which were in-depth and close to my heart.

I am grateful for them. Yes, I would be the first to admit that virtual connects are no substitute for coffee and cake meets with hugs to end, but yet, in these times, I believe these connects to be genuine and true and am grateful for them.

Life has a way of teaching us things we may be reluctant to study but once adapted they offer new gleanings and then the new normal starts to feel wonderful.

We have lost many in these times and a silent prayer to all those who have suffered.

“Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep” by Mary Frye“

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die”
Ever Grateful

Life is yours and Bliss is within

Light & Love

©Dr Naznin

It peeps!!

Day-101 Gratitude series
It peeps !!

And life goes on.
Without me asking it too.
It does not deign to ask me for permission.
Such are the workings of the Universe and its unintended hold on its creations
I take it as it comes. Flowing is easy.

What is it about the moon that urges writers to pen their thoughts and poets to rhyme them?
Is it not just a reflected illumine?
Reflected glory?
And yet, how little is the Sun associated with romance and rituals in spite of it being the majestic source?

I often wonder why so.

Many customs are connected with the glory of the full moon and many haunts and stories with the no-moon.

Me? I love the moon as I love the stars as I love us, who are the stardust
The beauty of Nature, its raw strength and power, and its own urge to survive without any reckoning to us as humans is a lesson in our lack of significance that we better learn.

We may assume that we are on top of the food chain and extremely powerful, but don’t tempt nature.
She has her own agenda.

All one requires to do is bow one’s head in obeisance. Therein lays your own empowerment.
Surrendering is rarely a weakness. It is a show of pure love and clear intent and nature is worthy of this deference.
Not because she asks for it or that she requires any validation from us.
It is about we being intuitive to see what should have been obvious.

How often do we allow our third eye to open and how often do we keep it firmly shut for fear of light blinding us?

I, understand the fascination for the moon as I understand the
fascination for soft words, pure hearts, and kind deeds.

Reflected glory works.

It soothes under soft shadows with a glittery, shimmery bathing light and I require this softness to heal myself.
I wish us all to heal.

Does the emotion come before the flow?
Do I have anger and that is why I punch?
Do I have love and that is why it flows?

“Invictus” by William Henley
“Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul”

Yes, I am.
Aren’t we all?
Life is indeed beautiful and so are we.
Life is yours and Bliss is within
Light & Love
©Dr Naznin 

I am a miracle!

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Day-100 Gratitude series

I am a miracle!

Woooo…..I reached my 100th article. What an amazing, transformational journey.

I wished to write about something special for my 100th article and I searched for two days. Nothing seemed grand enough, unique enough, or right enough.

And while browsing through my garden, I spied these two beauties gently wooing their plants, and realized that why do we go hunting for something special and wonderful when miracles are so near us? Practically everywhere, waiting to be discovered.

I am grateful that I saw these and realized the miracle that they are.
Their transformation from a creepy, crawly caterpillar to a vibrantly-hued butterfly with ready-to-fly attached wings!

Is it not an event beyond the ordinary that stretches our imagination?
That someone who struggles to move on the floor can develop wings?
What other evidence of miracles are we looking for?

Today, I keep it simple.

I am grateful for all the miracles in my life.
I am grateful to have the ability to recognize them for what they are.
I am grateful that I enjoy being grateful. It’s fun.

I urge you all to look for your miracles. Waiting to be discovered. Under every stone and over each leaf.
It could be in the smell of your mom’s hot-bread-Rotis or in the smell of her hair.
Or the caress of your father’s hand on your forehead or the fat rakhi envelope from your brother.
It could be in the scold of your daughter, or the wry grin she gives you, or when your eldest rolls up her eyes in exasperation.

It could be the call you were anticipating, your lover visiting you in your dream, or your maid wading through waters to reach to you.
It could even be in the covert squabble of your insecure sis-in-law, who is jealous of you.
They are all events of life and they always bring miracles with them as a result.

Why wait. Waiting is exhaustive.
Receiving Joys-of-the-moment is the trick to the magic and miracle of life.

Wish you all a fantastic, miraculous day ahead.
Full of promise. Of life itself.
The sun rises, the moon is moody with its waxes and wanes, and the stars merrily twinkle without a care.

This particular poem by Walt Whitman resonated with what I feel perfectly.

Miracles by Walt Whitman

“Why! Who makes much of a miracle?

As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets
Or dart my sight toward the sky
Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with anyone I love
Or sleep in the bed at night with anyone I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with my mother, or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car

Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon, or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of the sun-down, or of stars shining so quiet and bright,

Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of a new moon
When I see my own eyes and figure in the looking-glass

These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.
To me, the sea is a continual miracle
The fishes that swim, the rocks, the motion of the waves, the ships

What stranger miracles are there?”

Life is indeed beautiful and so are we.
Life is ours and Bliss is within
Light & Love,
©Dr Naznin


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Day-99 Gratitude series
Yesterday is gone and took away its tale
Today, we must live a fresh story again
Since a young girl, Krishna has fascinated me and this fascination increased as I grew older.
His many loves, his intelligence, his charm, his flute, and his immense presence. His revered dark skin in a country,
obsessed with fair.
When younger the fun of our colony brethren climbing a human pyramid was fun with cheering and booing.
With sweets being handed out and devotional songs in the background.
As I grew, my foray into psychology and study of the mind became more passionate and I understood that awareness was and is a prime facet of learning.
It is impossible to be unconscious of the conscious
And awareness is a gift you should have the courage to give yourself.
Krishna symbolizes supreme consciousness
An awareness of each moment and each movement.
Primarily of your thought energy.
I have experienced moments of heightened awareness and they are unexplainable.
The feeling of being pure-consciousness may have lasted for a few minutes and all I can say is that I am lucky.
Such moments feel light and intense. Pure orgasmic. It’s a sensation of being one with all forces of nature.
The earth, the skies, the water, and the horizon.
And you do not know which or what you are.
The colour of love is divine. Once you are sprinkled with it, it tints your soul in amazing hues.
The metaphorical darkness of Krishna’s skin was only so that his brilliance didn’t blind us.
“In my travels, I spent time with a great yogi
Once he said to me
Become so still you hear the blood flowing
Through your veins
One night as I sat in quiet,
I seemed on the verge of entering a world inside
So vast
I know it it’s the source of
Of Us”
“They tell her how lucky she is to have him.
He tosses garlands of jasmines around her neck
Spins her around, mesmerizes everyone with his flute
She traces the flowers on her garland
She plucks one blossom from the thread, holds it to the sun.
She crushes the bloom, releasing perfume into her hands
She inhales the crinkled petals and lets them fall.
Just as she weaves the garland through her long braid,
There is a tug at her wrist
As the music starts again” By Ashini Desai
Life is so filled with love and beauty
Pure consciousness is attainable.
Pure love through pure intent is Krishna
Light & Love
©Dr Naznin

It’s a Unicorn!


Day-98 Gratitude series

It’s a UNICORN !!

I was returning home on a Sunday evening. The road was lined with lush green trees, some with white flowers, some flowers were a flaming red, and some with rich green foliage.
All bending down as though to greet me.
The rains added to the effect.
Everything was just super clean.

I happened to look towards the sky and the clouds configured in the shape of a unicorn. This made me happy and a spontaneous grateful smile adorned my lips. Magic fascinates me and I see it everywhere.

What are unicorns?
A Unicorn is a mythical creature, represented by a horse with a single horn emitting straight from his forehead.
It is also used to describe someone amazing who is hard to catch or simply a very rare find.
I love the idea of a unicorn immensely. Mainly because everything that is different and unique fascinates me and tickles my sense of innate adventure.

The dictionary says that myths are long lost stories of traditions and may include supernatural beings. I have a strong feeling that a unicorn has existed sometime long ago or they would not have come to exist in the mind of the person who perceived the Unicorn.

What I aim to be aware of, is the uncertainty of life itself. And if it were certain, it may offer us predictability which might be comforting for some.

I for one would find it boring. Though my life has been topsy-turvy at best, and the experiences have been multi-fold, I would not trade my life with anyone at all. I am so grateful for the life I have and for the body that I live in.

I love being a Unicorn.
Quaint, unpredictable, different, and just as a unicorn, you don’t know if I am a myth or a reality. The experiences I have had have been extremely Uni-corny.

Would you like to choose to be a unicorn in your own life? What fun would that be?
If you can let it, life can be fun jumping into the unknown, rather than be stuck in the known.

Let life flow through you…let it strongly surge
Happiness is not something you go after or attain.
It is joy flowing through you.

The Solitary Reaper

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chant
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:

A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?—
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:

Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whatever the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o’er the sickle bending;—

I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more”

Why did I put this poem here? Amongst us is that lonely reaper singing songs of a bygone time, of loss and pain and memories of yesterday.
What, if while singing and reaping she found a hidden unicorn?

To hope and love and offer a merry fox-trot along the grasslands?

Cheers to the Unicorns.

Life is beautiful and so are we.
Light & Love
©Dr Naznin