Life in between Shanti and Maya...
In the quiet moments of life, when we pause and look beyond the noise, we often find ourselves observing a delicate tension — the tension between our search for Shanti and our entanglement in Maya. This tension isn't a flaw. It is not something to be fixed or escaped. It is being human itself. Shanti is the stillness we intuitively long for — a peace that isn't tied to achievements, applause, or acquisition. It shows up in fleeting moments. Shanti is the space within where nothing is missing. But it can’t be forced. It reveals itself when we stop trying so hard to grasp everything else. Maya — illusion, distraction, the spinning web of form and desire — is equally a part of us. We live inside stories: of success and failure, identity and ambition, gain and loss. We chase meaning in external markers. Maya is not evil. It's enchanting. It's the play of life, it brings the texture, the drama, the form to living. The problem arises only when we forget it's a play and ...