Mysterious learning…

Today morning, something unusual happened to me! I woke up with this random thought. I’d picture myself dying in a particular state, in my mind!

I envisioned that the final day was standing eye-to-eye, in front of me and I was in a state of sheer happiness where my mind was empty (having nothing to recollect) and everything would seem full of joy.
The same state of mind in which I want to be, when that time is near. A state where I’m left with no regrets and no satisfaction. No fulfillment, nothing remains to be fulfilled.

That state (emptiness or having nothing to recall) isn’t something one has to create, it automatically occurs when you’re smiling.

“The state of indifference is the state of smile”.

A mysterious experience happened when I was in deep sleep last night and I think that thought in the morning was an effect of this experience, as there’s always a cause to an effect.

I dreamed that I was diagnosed with lung cancer (despite the fact that I don’t smoke…haha) and doctors were doing all that was in their control, to heal my body for this life-threatening ailment.

So! This is no experience!

I was talking about what I’m going to write next.

After I woke up in the morning, I realized the dream last night didn’t affect me at all.
I didn’t become restless, it wasn’t like all other scary dreams that would make me sweat and get me leave my bed, half asleep.
It was such a great experience when I realized, I smiled (it just happened and I figured out that I smiled) and understood that I learned the lesson of AWARENESS.

I was aware of the fact that I was unaffected of an imaginary state of mind that doesn’t exist, at present.
I learned about the absolute me, I learned the absence of presence and vice-versa.

In order to elaborate this…

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To be alive is the greatest gift vouchsafed to us as humans and that’s the reason enough for me, to find a purpose of living than roving aimlessly for a destination. Basically there’s no final destination, keep digging in the hands of destiny.
Destiny follows the determination, it is to set goals over goals and destination is the aim to achieve them. So for me, my learning of life till date is that our desires to unfold the layers of our own souls never end until we give-up.

“Procrastinating your own happiness is giving-up, in life”.

Happiness is something which makes one feel good by doing good. For me that lies in being productive and constantly finding something great for feeding my mind to indulge it into further learning and my heart into doing good.

Making life give-in, is the best way how one can win and that happens only when one is actively working toward making their soul feel good.
“Don’t play this game of life like a gamble of bet, play it at your own terms”.

I am listening to my heart and following its footsteps. There’s something which doesn’t let me stop, it wants me to move ahead to keep moving, and finding a purpose that may be anything resulting in a fecund action for the social good. I hope so!

“The most beautiful thing about life is a contemplative mind, a reflective conscience is indispensable to have a beautiful heart”.





PS: This post doesn’t talk about any mystery of existence or death. It is based upon my experience and this explains how I learned about ‘Awareness’ of self. 🙂


My Personal Calling…

What more and what else could I ask for
if I can be well understood by expressing myself?


I feel amazing
to be the soul of this understanding
of my goal of life.

It gives me an opportunity,
almost everyone wants in life


I can be happy by observing
and expressing what I just observed,

this is nothing less than a miraculous favor
bestowed upon me,

there are many hearts who have oceans to utter
but can scarcely convey a bucketful of it,

I have a chance to be a little more expressive.

I had never imagined that
my personal calling would be so interesting.

I am glad that the universe chose me, for writing.



The Daily Prompt-Bestow

The Sky Of My Thoughts…


Have you ever observed the sky? Ah! You must have, what a stupid question.
Since you have witnessed the clouds wandering above your head up in the sky, did you ever wonder how come this view is so enchanting?

I watched this sky making rounds daily but never paid such attention like today. I wanted to see the depth of that beauty and so, ended up seeing my reflection.


It was a normal day like all others were, still something was very different from all of them.
The color of the sky was deceptive today, it was a combination of all…
It was crystal & grey, it was also black & white, and it was blue & bright. A wonderful sky made my day.

It was a serendipitous sight, sometimes my thoughts also seem to be of the similar nature that of the sky.
They appear to be transparent like crystal ,and grey selfsame as the age of the mind of an old lady. I witness them maturing salt and pepper, like a handsome man’s hair which makes him even sexier. And sometimes they’re like a blue sea of possibilities, I dive in and come out with innumerable oysters containing many number of bright pearls.

And this was special about today’s musings, I never noticed this characteristic of thoughts, which the sky made me realize today!

“Beauty is the manifestation of one’s own reflection”. ~Rashmi Mishra

This feeling of beholding such greatness of the nature is ineffable. Those days, to my surprise, I just want to sit back and watch how nature conspires us to admire its tricks of entwining our thoughts with its flow of beauty and hope.

Like time stays in the history and centuries pass, I want to slip in that time and stay in that century. I want to see where thoughts come from and witness the Authenticity of being thoughtful.

I want to look up more and feast my eyes!




The Daily Post Prompt

Some stories remain untold and you become story teller !!

I recall when I started writing, it was never a passion to me or I never knew that I was a writer in disguise or say a scribbler.. Ha Ha!

 It all happened by chance, one fine evening of 2004’s winter when I saw a child distributing news papers in my colony, he was hardly 10 years old, didn’t even have a sweater to cover his body nor shoes to keep his feet warm, thought entire remaining day about him; and from that day it became a chain of days, he used to daily come to circulate those papers in the evening. I used to wonder, why in the evening and most importantly why ‘He (a child)’. I was a student of 11th standard then, exams were approaching and I started writing an imaginary article about that news paper wala, without caring for the exams.Well, I wasn’t a type of student who used to study the entire year and relax during exams, so! It was a big deal.
I started scribbling, took a regular notebook paper and those glittery pens (they were the sensation of that time, at least for me) I didn’t know why those glitters! By the way, a page turned out to be a diary containing a story. However I came to know, I had lost it to a scrap dealer when asked my mom about that diary, sometimes such things also happen when your family finds everything a junk which belonged to your previous session of academics. Sigh!
Well, now I don’t remember what was the name of that child and what was the compulsion behind his job, where did he come from nor do I know whether he is doing good in his life or still striving for living. But he was definitely an inspiration.
I didn’t take that part seriously and moved on, in a time of split second the 2006 also passed by.
College! Welcome to college! The disaster happened then as I never wanted to be a part of career involving studies, but joined Chartered Accountancy; It turned out to be what it wasn’t supposed to be. I dropped it and started thinking what next and to be very honest didn’t know what I wanted to be in my life, in spite of having many options to exercise but nobody to support. And this is when I joined Twitter, being “An empty mind and devil’s workshop”, I started scribbling nonsense and it started making sense.. This is how it all started and I noticed I was writing! I wish to continue to write and communicate through my words.
I still miss my first story (remaining unknown to me too), which made me realize that I was a story-teller !!
“Some stories may remain untold but they continue to be written”.. #रshmi
To be continued…