Candid

Season of Love The season of love and happiness has just commenced, Optimism has awoken from its slumber, and pessimism lost its popularity. Celebrations and jubilation are here to stay for long. Anxiety, fear and hatred lost the race. The fervour of hope has taken the centre stage, join the celebration with full enthusiasm. Welcome the new season with open arms, embrace it with your warmth. Love yourself gently, for in life’s quiet reflection memories walk alone. Then only true love returns, blessing the lover from a pure and peaceful heart. And in the end we understand, only one who loves oneself can truly love another, with a full and gentle heart. -- Arya (First published December 2020 | Updated 2026)

  Polaris — the North Star—guides navigators. The Earth drifts toward it in silent gratitude. Gold may lose its lustre, silver may still shine, yet the dark sky finds its meaning in Polaris. I am drawn to the North Star— not for boon, power, strength, or acquaintance, but to know how it feels to remain powerful for twenty-six thousand years, standing firm in one place, watching restless immortals from a height no one else can reach. Is it consumed by power, or afraid of being replaced? It smiles and replies, “These are your figments of imagination. I am duty-bound to serve the lost. Generations come and go, yet nothing has moved me from my path. In this spiral universe, where every entity follows its orbit , I remain unshaken and witness instability .” No power is greater than willpower . Mortal beings, unaware of their own strength, cross others’ orbits— and through comparison and envy, distance themselves from their dreams and aspirations .