I have approached (only) two kind beings for psychological/spiritual help after a traumatic incident 4 years ago. First one was a young and fine therapist from Mumbai. A wonderful woman, younger than me. She spoke little in the sessions, as a rule. I was encouraged to speak from the beginning till the end of the session. She only listened and took notes :D . I recollected memories from the past, discovering where the trauma started. I expressed more. I felt valued, significant, hopeful. Laughed more at discoveries. And cried and cried. Cried and then laughed. Vented out feelings of betrayal, fears of abandonment. Felt better after each session. But, did I think about the girl on the other side who offered herself completely as a “Therapist”? I felt light and was ready to "this-time-more-consciously" create another round of mess with all my validated emotions :D. But how is she feeling? Did my emotion care about hers? More emotion means more concern or empathy, right? N...
Having spent many days watching lot of stuff on Netflix, I finally found something extremely meaningful. From the time I started watching the series of "Stories of Rabindranath Tagore", I have falling in love with every story. So filled with true emotions, truth, meaningfulness and righteousness, the stories are depicted in such a way that the watcher naturally goes into himself, questions himself, relating himself with the stories analyzing his life. This is what I did. The stories express the real problems of humanity, the true feelings of people and impossible observation of human psyche. The content shows clearly about the greatness of the writer. I am sure he must be an enlightened master with stories to tell, teachings to pass on. As I watched about 12 series now, I have got so many answers to my own questions which remained unanswered for so many years. At the end, all I felt was the acceptance of the problems itself. The level of wisdom the writer prove...