SAAMAKSHI MEDIUM

Let’s be honest—whenever we do something, there’s almost always an expectation attached. Even when we do something nice, somewhere in the back of our minds, we’re thinking, ‘How does this benefit me?’ Maybe it’s wanting better attention from a partner, more love, a little extra appreciation. Or at work, it could be a better position, a raise, or just wanting to be seen. Everything becomes a transaction, a silent tally of effort versus reward. But what if the whole point wasn’t about getting something back? What if the act itself was the purpose, and the outcome was already taken care of? That sounds absurd, right? Like, what’s the point of working hard if you don’t know what you’re getting? But that’s exactly the paradox. The less you obsess over the result, the more things flow in ways you never imagined. There’s an old story in the Vedas about a conversation between Krishna and Arjuna. Arjuna was stuck—afraid to take action because he didn’t want to face the consequences. He was tang...

Success is not measured in wealth, titles, or relationships. It is not something you acquire, but something you  become . The people we admire—those who move through life with a quiet, effortless grace—haven’t followed a rigid formula. They have understood something deeper. Success is not in what you get, but in what you create. And to truly succeed, only two things matter. You create every day. Not just in the grand pursuits, but in the small, unnoticed moments. In how you speak, in how you listen, in how you respond to life. Every moment is an opportunity to bring something alive—a conversation, an idea, a feeling, an effort. But creation is not repetition. Doing the same job, following the same schedule, walking the same steps every day is not creation—it is merely  a replication of yesterday . And in a controlled environment, even predictable actions do not guarantee the same results. A child wakes up on time, so they go to bed on time, and the rest of the day falls into p...

I don't know why, but today, I had the urge to channel the same thought in other words, like perhaps someone needs to read this now, or asked it to come in another way. So, here we go: People often ask me if I follow a particular method or philosophy, and I tell them—it’s not about having a method. The moment you chase one, you’ve already confined yourself. Growth isn’t a formula; it’s a state of being. The mind expands when it is free, not when it is wrapped around a framework. Don’t cling to one thing. Don’t cling to anything. In that letting go, you’ll find yourself more alive, more ecstatic, more in love with existence itself. Methods are imprints of those who came before us, and when we follow too rigidly, we unknowingly surrender our own ability to create. We are not meant to live through borrowed lenses. If you recognize that the miraculous is within you, why look to another to show you the way? It’s easier to follow, yes, but why is your gaze turned outward? The real follow...

We often talk about boundaries—how much to give, how to protect ourselves from being taken for granted. But what if, instead of shielding ourselves, we trusted love a little more? What if we allowed it to be imperfect, unguarded, and fully felt? We've been conditioned to believe that too much love makes us weak, vulnerable, easy to hurt. But maybe it’s the opposite. Maybe withholding love is what truly weakens us. When was the last time you loved someone without hesitation? Without wondering if they felt the same? Without holding back a piece of yourself, just in case? What if love was never about safety, but about surrender? What if it wasn’t about ensuring someone stays, but trusting that even if they don’t, you are still whole? Love is not meant to complete us—it is meant to remind us that we were never incomplete to begin with. It is an energy, a force that moves through us, shapes us, sometimes even breaks us, so we can grow into something truer. And yet, we spend so much time...

Ever feel like life has become a series of checkboxes, a list of tasks that never truly  mean  anything? What if I told you that spirituality isn’t about stillness—it’s about  finding stillness in motion ? It’s not about escaping life’s flow, but about  riding it , fully present, fully alive. The secret? You figure things out  only  when you decide you will. The moment you say,  I don’t know how , or insist there’s only  one  way to do something, you lock yourself in. You stop creating. You stop expanding. And before you know it, life becomes a dull loop of repetition. But look around—there are at least 500 ways to put dish soap on a sponge. If something so basic holds endless possibilities, imagine the infinite ways to approach work, love, or problem-solving. The idea that there's only  one  right way? That’s the biggest illusion of all. That’s  slavery to tools . The Illusion of Process We’ve been trained to follow. To adhere...

Once, a guy I dated asked me, "Why are you so loving? For you, it’s like your partner is the best, without fault." And I said to him, almost without thinking, "Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?" Love, to me, has always felt like the most natural thing in the world, an offering, a surrender, a way of seeing people as they truly are. But in that moment, I realised something profound: genuine love is rare, not because people don’t want it, but because they’ve forgotten how to give and receive it fully. That realization stayed with me. I began to see how many people carry wounds from childhood, from relationships, from the world itself, wounds that make them cautious, skeptical, guarded. Not everyone grows up in a home where love is expressed freely, where warmth is a given. Some have never known what it means to be held without reason, to be accepted without conditions. And so, they hesitate, they measure, they hold back, afraid to give because they have learned that...

I get a toffee for my daughter, and for her, it’s the most magical surprise. Her eyes light up, she giggles, and wraps her tiny arms around me in a hug that speaks volumes. There is wonder in the way she finds her missing eraser and laughs as if it were a grand adventure. She holds a tiny vegetable bug fearlessly, letting it walk on her finger, while I take a step back.  Before leaving for school, she bends down to give the plants a goodbye kiss, and when a tiny bud appears, she celebrates as if she had whispered life into existence. I see her chatting with our beta fish, asking if he feels lonely and if he wants to play. She climbs up the window, eyes shining, peering at the pigeon eggs, excitedly narrating their journey from shell to sky. She finds a simple rock on the sidewalk and proclaims it the most unique treasure she's ever seen. Children are already in the dance of life, twirling, skipping, and embracing the beauty of the ordinary. Their hearts beat in rhythm with the univ...