Welcome to Whisperatti – our inhouse social media corner. Unlike mainstream social media, where posts are seen by all kinds of energies and intentions, Whisperatti is a hidden space that contains my personal reflections meant for the seeking souls.
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From a painted blue sky to the real sky
I love the sky and clouds so much that in my old home, I had my ceiling painted blue with white clouds as if I am living beneath the sky.
When I moved into my new home, I was surprised; both the balconies open up to vast, uninterrupted skies—more beautiful than anything I ever dreamed or imagined.
The best part is I never manifested it. I painted my ceiling out of pure love for the sky, with no hidden agenda or expectation of receiving anything in return.
Today, I work, eat, and even sleep besides my balcony—almost living under the open sky. :)
Perhaps that's the beauty of genuine love. When we love something without trying to gain from it, life surprises us with the real thing.
I got the real skies & clouds not because I prayed or asked for it, but simply because I loved it!
The blue painted sky ceiling dotted with white clouds. (My old home)
The view from my balcony - real skies with white clouds. (My new home)
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Throwback: Virar East home terrace photos against the backdrop of Jivdani hills temple.
20 May, 2026
These terrace photos hold the silent backdrop of my inner journey. For 30 years, my spirit was shaped at the base of these Jivdani Temple hills, which are also regarded as a Shakti Peeth.
I’ve spent mornings listening to the first aarti, watched waters gush during the monsoons, and lived through countless memories with family & silent reflections.
So much of who I became was formed here — through seasons of faith, uncertainty, prayer, and grace.
I don't know when or how these hills began to own a part of me.
After being rooted for so long at the foot of the hills, life now wishes to bring me a little closer to the skies. ☁️✨
But, the hills continue to keep a watch on me. :)
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