Impermanence. It's the law of the universe. But somehow, unlike anything else in our world, we humans seem to struggle with that concept. Instead of surrendering to the fluidity of life, we aim to make sense of it all and exert control over the sequence and outcomes of our lives. We look for pattern, predictability and certainty everywhere we turn and despair when we don't find it. We hold on to things, people and thoughts as if we have the authority to subject reality to ou

Why am I unsure about this one? The grapple with vulnerability and my eventual surrender to it's might have always led me to good places even after dragging me through painful lessons. Yet still, the level of openness required to share with the world what I am about to, I never had to put to the test before. This is new territory. My intention to tell my story and raise awareness through sharing my life experiences is the reason I created this platform, unchainingme blog. T

I used to wonder what life is I found out today after three decades and a couple of years. I had no book of wisdom spread open in front no hymns on my tongue no proverbs in thought found it out while listening to no sermon gazing at no star, immersed in no religion it all stood out, while I sat on a spread-out yoga mat, mimicking the stance of a pigeon. Life is… fraught with that harbored-pain-turned-sore-knot from the weight of your heavy hams your age-long-stowed baggage an

It's something I have been contemplating about for a while. Yoga as a lifestyle. Not just for a stretch session in between cardio workouts but really immersing myself into this ancient practice to get a slice of all the hyped up benefits it offers. My experience has been somewhere in the middle of someone who can't say they've never done it but can neither carry a conversation about it other than 'it's good for you'. Last week, I made the leap and signed up at the nearest Cor

"What's so funny?" I heard a soft voice from the back. I wasn't used to people striking conversations with me where I was. See I was standing in a charity store in Basingstoke, a town not even a city, about 50 miles (77km) southwest of London, England. A cab driver had educated me earlier that day, apparently, a place qualifies for 'cityhood' only if it contains a Cathedral. Who knew? Not me! Let alone little old basingstoke, a small and old market town, even in big'ol London