Words, science, nature, sun, outpouring love.. Reading "A brief history of time" by Stephen Hawking on a sunny day in my garden.. This is what I call "paradise"...

Professor Stephen William Hawking, aged 76, passed away yesterday after his lifetime of struggle with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), a motor neurone disease that rendered his body paralyzed, still

We compose so many tunes and sway and move our bodies to their rhythms.. And then we forget the most basic rhythm the nature plays.. The rain... So I stepped out into my garden, let the raindrops kiss

After a wait of one and a half week, finally the little fellows decided to hatch out.. Parents are busy finding food and feeding the babies. I have heard that red-vented bulbul parent birds wait until

This is the heart of my country's capital Colombo captured in another one of its noisy and busy nights. This lake in the middle of the city keeps making gentle ripples despite all the chaos in its

This is a nest of the red-vented bulbul (Pycnonotus cafer) I came across in my garden with 3 tiny eggs in it.. In Sri Lanka, we call these birds "konda kurullo" and they are not a rare sight

How many different roles do you have to play in your life? Have you ever struggled to keep the balance between all those roles? In my case, it is a constant struggle, becoming more and more complicated

I was wondering for sometime, whether that little joyous kid inside was anywhere to be found.. And one moment I was looking at playthings of my nephew, and the next I was transforming into that lovely

It's his birthday. I don't often say this out loud. But today is an exception. I'm blessed to have you as my brother. Next to dad, you're the man who loves me the best! Keep smiling.. @theguruasia

Sometimes I feel that the act of living is like watching a far horizon where the sea touches the sky.. There are these misty mornings, cold and foggy, where we see nothing but the gloom blurring everything

While I had my clinical rotations in the National Institute of Mental Health, Sri Lanka as a medical student, I came across this painting done by a psychiatric patient and these few lines written below..

They call me a mermaid.. And I often wonder; what am I more; fish or human? I feel that I am a lost little human girl, lost in the vast ocean, the aquatic world of fish, trying to figure out a way to blend

If you take a walk into the woods alone, you'd think you're surrounded by a deafening silence. But if you really listen, nature is full of voices speaking of many a thousand stories.. Nature will speak

Here is what I do for a living.. Practicing the art of healing.. I'm a medical undergraduate aka a trainee doctor. I spend most of my day with patients, those lovely human beings in need of help, care

"Who are you?" That's a question which has always had the potential to make me nervous. Who am I? Am I the name I bear which everyone else used to call me since the day I was born? Am I a figure,

Sometimes I wonder why we are placed right here, on a lonely lovely planet, gifted with a consciousness to perceive and ponder about the deepest mysteries and simplest realities around us.. And I believe