Author: Mayuri Jain

We often imagine healing as a staircase. You climb, you rise, you leave the pain behind—each step taking you further away from the wound. It’s a comforting image. But real healing doesn’t work that way. Not in the body. Not in the heart. Not in the soul. True healing is more like a spiral. You…

The world still spins, though mine stands still, A silent hush where your voice should fill. The days roll on, yet time feels wrong, Like a song unfinished, missing its song. You were the roots beneath my ground, Steady, strong, where I was found. Now the wind blows through the space, An empty chair, a…

…Understanding People by Their Actions In a world where communication is dominated by the written and spoken word, it’s easy to forget that actions often speak louder. The saying “Understand people by their actions and you’ll never be fooled by their words” serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of observing behavior over merely…

In today’s fast-paced world, it’s easy to get caught up in the chase for more—more gadgets, more responsibilities, more accomplishments. Yet, there’s profound wisdom in the idea of simplicity, a concept that has deep roots in ancient teachings that emphasize the value of a less cluttered, more mindful life. Here, I share my perspective on…

Landing in Jodhpur always had a sweet start, quite literally. Every time I arrived, I was greeted not just by the familiar, warm faces of home but also by the tantalizing scent of rabdi ghewar waiting for me in the car. This wasn’t just any treat; it was a ritual, a symbol of homecoming steeped…

The Detrimental Impacts of Selective Inclusion- Selective inclusion occurs when opportunities, information, and decision-making are restricted to a select few, often based on factors unrelated to job performance. This creates a damaging dichotomy within the workplace, dividing teams into ‘insiders’ and ‘outsiders.’ Such a dichotomy is devastating, as it sows seeds of division and discontent….

When I was small, every morning before the sun had even stretched its golden arms across the sky, I would wake up to the sound of my dadi’s soft voice. She would gently shake me awake, her bangles jingling as she whispered, “Chalo, beta, it’s time for the temple.” Wrapped in a cozy shawl, I…