chitranganasingha

[chitranganasingha]

In quiet reflection, I contemplate the profound liberation that science has gifted us, freeing us from the clutches of mindless ignorance and false practices.

As I ponder, I am struck by the transformative role of education, the key to unlocking enlightenment.

Science, with its relentless pursuit of truth, has shattered the chains of superstition and misconception, unveiling the beauty of genuine understanding.

With each discovery, I am reminded of the sacred journey of education, guiding me towards enlightenment and awakening my soul to the boundless wonders of the universe.

Through the lens of knowledge, I find solace, purpose, and a deeper connection to the world around me.

[chitranganasingha]

In my heart, feelings swirl and twirl,

Thinking of you, my mind does unfurl.

But our values don’t align, it’s clear,

Different paths, you and I steer.

Like two puzzle pieces that don’t fit,

In my mind, doubts linger, they flit.

I long for love, but can it grow,

When our values clash, like a heavy blow?

So I ponder, I question, I doubt,

If love can thrive, with beliefs devout.

In the depths of my heart’s own plea,

I cherish the feelings for you, so deep and free.

Yet I know, for now, it’s time to part,

To honor myself, to find my heart.

In solitude, I’ll seek what’s true,

Rediscover myself, start anew.

In the quiet of my own heart’s rhyme,

I’ll find peace, in my own time.

[chitranganasingha]

Who are we, really? Amidst the countless traits and descriptions that seem to define us, do we ever feel confined by the limitations of language, wondering if our essence can ever be fully encapsulated? As we attempt to articulate ourselves, do we find that the more we define, the more we question if it's truly authentic or just a facade?

In the face of adversity, what inner strengths do we muster to navigate life's unforgiving situations? Have we embraced the aspects of ourselves we once shunned, transforming them into our unique assets? Why do our values feel so deeply ingrained, shaping the very fabric of our being? Are they the product of our upbringing or our own innate convictions?

Do we truly possess the freedom to shape our identities, or are we bound by the influences of our past and present? And why does the concept of free will hold such significance, offering us a sense of liberation and empowerment? Could it be that kindness towards ourselves and others is the antidote to the cruelty that pervades humanity?

In the quiet introspection of the night, amidst these existential musings, who do we ultimately believe ourselves to be? Are we merely a culmination of experiences and choices, or do we transcend beyond these limitations? Perhaps in the pursuit of self-discovery, we find solace in the realization that our essence is not confined to words but rather in the boundless depths of our consciousness.

[chitranganasingha]

The college sports day of January 9th, 2024, etched itself into my memory with the bloodstains on my knees, ankles, and palms. As the race loomed, my heart pounded like a relentless drumbeat, driving me forward with a surge of adrenaline.

Despite my extensive participation in sports since school, I couldn't shake the pre-race jitters. The desire to emerge victorious eclipsed all other thoughts, compelling me to focus solely on crossing that finish line first.

Reflecting on my journey, I realized it all began in 6th grade when I discovered my knack for running. Despite my slender physique and relentless training, I often found myself settling for second place. Unfairly enrolled in off-track events due to mismanagement only fueled my self-doubt.

Determined to break free from this cycle, I entered my college final year with a resolve to prove my worth. Each race became a test of my resilience, pushing me to my limits. The physical toll was evident as I scraped my joints across the finish line, leaving behind a trail of injuries.

Amidst the cheers of "It's the spirit that counts" and "Winning isn't everything," I couldn't help but feel dejected. The facade of composure I maintained hid the turmoil within. Despite the pain, I masked my suffering with a smile, unaware that each fall tore open old wounds.

The scorching sun beat down on the dry soil, mingling with the crimson of my blood. In that moment, the pursuit of victory overshadowed the pain, propelling me forward with an unyielding determination.

Despite the setbacks and lost medals, a newfound sense of respect blossomed within me. I had transcended the physical realm of sportsmanship to confront the battles within my mind. It was a victory of self-awareness, a recognition of my inner strength amidst adversity.

Looking back, that day marked a triumph beyond the confines of the racetrack. It was a lesson in resilience, a testament to the power of self-discovery. As I navigate the complexities of life, I carry with me the invaluable lessons learned on that fateful sports day.