A happy window

I have been trying to break my head to understand Einstein's theory of relativity purely through imagination and not mathematics or science. I know that sounds crazy and stupid, but trying to imagine yourself traveling in a rocket at the speed of light because of which time slows down for you is a fun thought experiment while in the shower. I'm sorry if this sounds like a wrong thought experiment for Einstein's theory, but at least I'm trying. I am nowhere close to cracking the theory or understanding it. I do a lot of thinking in the shower. Although, I don't quite get it yet, these thought experiments lead to other AHA moments for me which might be completely illogical or logical or truthful or wrong. I'm not quite sure if these thoughts are scientific. They're just things I think. So here's a little peek into one of those moments: AHA moment #1: Truth can be relative. On this planet that we live, there is no right or wrong answer. Let's say I

I couldn't quite estimate the apparent happiness spring had the potential to bring, I thought of it as just a season. But it all changed when I moved here to the mid-west. But think of this. Imagine being covered in layers, with your eyes firmly on the ground for a few months, as the cold wind didn't allow you to look up and look at your surroundings. All you could really see was the indoors, everything white. At first snow charms you, it makes you feel like you're living in magic, where everything is white.  However, after a while, it gets to you. You realize that your surroundings have lost color.  Until spring enters, you start to see little flower buds pop up at every nook and corner. And more importantly when spring arrived, I had the luxury to move around, without being bundled up all the time, without any angry cold wind gushing in my face, and I felt like something was changing. The problem is now, that my mind still thinks its winter. I th

This is a song of the self that beautifully puts forth the idea of a soul, without explicitly saying so. It was written by an Indian philosopher and gives me goosebumps every time I read it :) I am Thought, I am Joy, I am He, I am He. Without hate, without infatuation, without craving, without greed; Neither arrogance, nor conceit, never jealous I am; Neither dharma, nor artha, neither kama, nor moksha am I; I am Thought, I am Joy, I am He, I am He. Without sins, without merits, without elation, without sorrow; Neither mantra, nor rituals, neither pilgrimage, nor Vedas; Neither the experiencer, nor experienced, nor the experience am I, I am Thought, I am Joy, I am He, I am He. Without fear, without death, without schism, without jati; Neither father, nor mother, never born I am; Neither kith, nor kin, neither teacher, nor student am I; I am Thought, I am Joy, I am He, I am He. Without form, without figure, without resemblance am I; Vitality of all senses, in everything I

To begin with, this is a simple story. I know the words 'time-lapse dreaming' sound incredibly complicated, or maybe new, or just ridiculous. But trust me, this is simple. So, I visited Boston over the winter break, and tried to go walking/running as much as I could have. On one of those days, as I was walking, I looked at the trees around me, all the leaves had fallen, it was winter. This might seem like an obvious observation to you. But, I had visited Boston in the beginning of Fall earlier this year too, and had gotten to see a glimpse of how gorgeously colorful and the beautiful the trees were. So the absence of any color in the winter was eye-catching too.  So as I continued to walk, I saw this one particular leaf strewn on the ground before me as I walked, while I was also watching the colorless, lifeless trees.  Then, for whatever reason, I thought of a time-lapse. I imagined, how this tree would be full of life and color and thriving with energy a