monologue w shreeya

 context: a poem written to express gratitude to all the stranger met along the way, still on the way and maybe lost within the way the first glance I see you,                                                                                                                             the unique feeling of being known    and perhaps knowing you, no judgments, no expectations,      its a very first meet so just some engaging conversations, stirring the likes and dislikes moreover the complexity of life, what your field of view projects and travel down the memory lane, all the fraternity of ages have different stories on different pages, seems like a m...

 From the last couple of years, joining any institute that firmly instruct on ways to meditate was somewhere always in my head, as there was this unfilled gap on my take on meditation. I would try on some guided meditation which did happen to be very helpful but somewhere I wanted to reach to people who would on my presence, supervise me and this perhaps would make me more conscious about it as well. So, I was a little unplanned and just two days before I was assure that I am going for vipassana. The comical part is I packed my belongings like I am leaving home forever. Also, it was the very first time in my 19 years of existence, leaving home to complete strangers for a week so there was this a jumble of nervousness and excitement. So, yea like any other punctual human, I was on time, a little too early as well. My mom did come to drop me because yes the two heavy bags. Then, we were waiting and I didn't know that there were little monks participating as well. I saw like little hu...