Circle. Where beginning meets end...

She’d never known fulfilment till her heart met his chest,
He ain’t known absoluteness till her smile touched his breast.
He wondered how he lived this far without she,
She had no wonder ‘cos she was so full of he.
As she lay there gently, her eternal wait finally over,
It struck him! He’d always sought this one true lover. 
As they circled each other in love’s true embrace,
An oh so gentle smile erupted all over her face.
In him, she found the beginning.
In her, he found the end.

Oh and he smiled, oh how he smiled. 
Oh and they danced, oh how they danced. 
Round and round and round ...

- The End. Or is it only the beginning? 😌

Don't Eat The Marshmallow Now

Delayed Gratification (NOT eating the marshmallow NOW) has been found to be a crucial common factor among successful people.

The original Stanford experiment had kids coming in, where they were offered one marshmallow now or two marshmallows later when the adult experimenter came back to the room. The squirming the kids go through while the adult is out of the room, with that one marshmallow sitting on the plate in front of them, is a window into the human condition unto itself. The kids in the experiment who held off eating the one marshmallow scored better, did better in their education, careers, personal lives.

Our kids' "marshmallow" might be that extra piece of chocolate, some more or lot more video games, time on the mobile/TV, not studying. And our own? Internet, Youtube, random entertainment, that extra pastry (every day?!!), not exercising, sleeping in a bit more, not working (??).

Watch the video of the original experiment here: 

Hilarious and enlightening.

So how do you stop yourself from eating that marshmallow? Not do something good now in lieu of a greater good later? Here's an article I found useful:

https://moneylifewax.com/how-to-use-delayed-gratification-6-strategies-to-delay-gratification/

What's your Marshmallow?

Swaminatha Paripalaya

The two parallel lines who intertwined

The two parallel lines who intertwined,

The two parallel lives who intertwined.
They came from far... unable to see the other.
They met, they seemed to know each other.
The vibrations they created in each,
Were more than the sands on any beach.
Glances, smiles, namaskarams, laughter,
Sharing, learning, growing faster and faster.
The sun, the moon, the stars all seemed to dance,
The Pancha Bhutas didn't leave nothing to chance.
Red and green, orange and white, black and blue,
All melded together; melted into one single hue.
But two parallel lines they were, go away they will,
Like the petals of a flower, connected though, still
The fragrance they leave, the colours they shower,
The bees they make joyful, from flower to flower
They leave the world a happier, loving place
One at the feet of the Master, the other with Grace.
There is nothing more to say, that's fine.
Cos two parallel lines... they rarely intertwine