Historias de Moksha

~ Book 1 of PandavaSahodari series ~ "Something about Him calms my soul, Sahodara," Aadhvika looked at Arjuna, whose dark eyes held the plethora of knowledge Arjuna had about Aadhvika, her thoughts and her emotions. "Every time I think of Him, I feel like I am complete, like He is the One for whom I am born. I don't know how to define it. Is it devotion? Is it love? Is it an entire eternity written out for my soul with Rauhineya?" **** Aadhvika, the only Pandavi, the twin of Arjuna, is born as a blessing to Kunti and Pandu due to the former's actions in a previous birth. Ever radiant with a truth that seemed like She had always existed, she grows, learns and lives, till her life's dimensions change, meeting Balarama, Krishna's elder brother. This is the story of her love, life and the way she ekes it out with Balarama in Dvaraka. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Cover by @penchantofprophecy

MOKSHA (favorite of all my poems)⭐️ Shem...

Sally Jensen's time of death had finally come to call; better late than never.

As stated in Mahabharat in English rhyme with original text Munindra Misra website www.munindramisra.blogspot.com

I think we should stop posting stories and posts on social media,we should stop getting proud to have no feelings for anyone and make those who have for someone feel guilty,we should stop misguiding the world around us and creating a misconception about love.If you think love is cruel or damages everyone,then it is'nt love,love

Moksha Akil was like any other girl; she had a few good friends and had huge aspirations. All her life she dreamed of studying at Oxford and after four hard years at Phillips Exeter, it finally came true. In the fall she would be stepping onto the Oxford campus ready to start her future but what was supposed to be her ticket to success turned into a time of confusion, heartache, and love.

exsisting without existence

Anant's journey is one of mystery, struggle, and self-discovery. Born in a small town with a deep yet unexplainable connection to something greater, his life is filled with challenges that push him beyond the limits of an ordinary existence. From childhood hardships to unexpected revelations, he finds himself drawn toward something bigger-a truth hidden beneath layers of suffering and destiny. As he grows, strange experiences and encounters shape his path, leading him on an intense journey of seeking, learning, and understanding. But what is he truly searching for? And will he ever find the answers that seem just out of reach?

Ae Manpura Mangaiye, Nillaayo? He watched her go backstage with longing eyes as she finished the Shabdham, clapping loudly. He knew his eyes spoke of stars, but that is what she was made of; an ethereal woman, dancing as if she was an illusion on Earth. Semadhulai vaai mozhi, sollaayo? He smiled to himself when those words came to his mind. She was indeed beyond an apsara even, her beauty, he felt in his heart, was like Thirumagal... the One meant for Aparajit. ****** A song fic on a modern form of SatyabhamaKrishna. COPYRIGHTS RESERVED.

Moksha

Renowned mathematician Juanita Camarilla learns that she has three months to live because she was diagnosed with brain cancer. Heartbroken, the woman reluctantly gives up her career and starts a new chapter in her life. She goes on a spiritual journey with Guru Keshav to re-discover herself while battling her inner demons. Can Juanita gain a high level of spirituality? Song: A Sky Full of Stars - Coldplay Person tagging: @Aang151Rron

Here is a book you will appreciate even if you have read many Buddhist books. This book expounds the Dharma in a very lucid way and illuminates the Heart Sutra from Buddhism's apex of psychology and philosophy. This book is a sharp weapon useful for cutting the root of ignorance. An excellent book for increasing your lucidity! This book has a lot of special format..(italics, indented sections, which are not in this version. Available to read as it was originally intended at gnostiko.com other books too, free ebooks

To Those Who Remember What They Have Forgotten There comes a moment in every life-a fleeting hush between two breaths-when something ancient stirs within. It is not a sound, though it rings louder than thunder. It is not a light, though it blinds the soul to all things known. It is a memory, but one without a name. It is you, and it is not you. It is the silent whisper that calls you home. For most, this moment passes unnoticed, lost in the noise of becoming and belonging. For a few, it lingers- like the echo of a dream that once held the weight of worlds. These few are the remnants of a truth buried beneath aeons of birth and death, beneath gods and demons, beneath heaven and earth. This is not a tale of good versus evil. It is not a path of belief or disbelief. It is not a scripture, nor a rebellion. It is a return. A return to what lies before the beginning, and beyond the end. Ishaan walked this path. But Ishaan was never Ishaan. And you... are not who you think you are. In these pages, you will find no answers. Only reminders. When you are ready, the words will vanish. And in their place, you will find Yourself. Until then... Read. "That which cannot be spoken is the only thing worth saying." -The Forgotten Path