Somewhere between the most-awaited and the most dreaded. Somewhere between the most celebrated and the most mourned. Somewhere between birth and death lies the most neglected… Life.

We say foreign invaders plundered our mother India of its wealth, culture, and sanctity down the ages. They brought down worship places, renamed cities, and propagated religious faiths. They implemented newer policies with brute force on the pretext of building a Great Nation for its people, without taking into consideration its people. Eh…! We also…

This little inspiration comes from within. (A concept is born. A word is formed.) Like a pebble dropped from above, in a little pond. A ripple is created on its pacific waters. (The idea is evolving…, sentences are formed.) It goes on expanding until the entire periphery is reached. (Chapters are shaped, and a book…

Hey, check this out!!! The Conc mushroom and the Succulent plant on this Pine trunk aptly present the coherent essence of ‘ONEwithin…’ “let us strive not to be two anymore but meld in, to become one forevermore… This way the truth is, we shall keep each other, and without being two, we can become one…