I never realised but you were speaking to me, softly, for all those years. The shyness holding me back, such constraints of my nativity, were merely the mystery of your method, the reason for my being. And as the child began to learn through the paucity of upbringing, the ridicule of others and the darkness of doubt, finally he arrived like a flower in its season: His truth was always within, nectar for those who may listen.
Note : This article is neither written or owned by Bombay Ficus. It is written by Kripa Jalan and Sharang Shah and published here. Globally, massive strides have been made in the last few decades to improve both the quality of and access to healthcare, but this progress has been lopsided. While certain forms of […]
Carl Gustav Jung was born on July 26, 1875 and died on June 6, 1961. Carl was a Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst who founded analytical psychology. I agree with Carl in that I believe what he’s saying is there has to be a balance in life. If you have light you must have darkness and […] […]