Last Saturday evening, after checkout at Walmart for my usual grocery I decided to carry the bags to the car instead of using the cart. Until I reached my car I realized a very important lesson of life, and, it was taught by a simple Walmart plastic bag.

I normally tie knots to the bags after checkout, a typical practice that was followed by my mother. I still don’t know why. But I continue her practice regardless. I shifted all the bags in my trunk and noticed that the bag which carried milk gallon had the tightest knot.

My mind…

“There’s nothing better for your confidence than finishing a project that you’ve made with your own hands.”- Mandy ( RedAgape Style & Design blog)

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The mind which is occupied by constant illusions destroying the peace of heart and the sparkle in your eyes often needs some practices which can replace the darkness with a new ray of light.

Although therapists do a great job when a disturbed person approaches them, sometimes you don’t want any answers because you cannot express the right questions. All you seek is an escape from reality so that you feel good about yourself.

“It became apparent to me how important craft is as a form of therapy, not just for me, but for many other crafters. Many have shared…

Passion is energy, Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you. — Oprah Winfrey

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Let’s begin with an extremely simple question — What is Passion?

You may think for a few minutes and observe how it can be felt more and defined less.

Any interest of your’s that excites you to an extent where you wish to see success through it, is “Passion”.

Oftentimes, this definition might not sync with what you do for living though.

After returning home from a 9–5 job, you go fresh n up, grab something to eat, wear cozy pajamas and browse…

“Small deeds done are better than great deeds planned”- Peter Marshall

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It was a fall evening, After a usual day at work, while going back to my car, I saw this guy sitting and shivering near the entrance of the parking garage. I didn’t have cash with me but I had an umbrella. I handed my umbrella to him and left not knowing one day I will be forced to write about him. That day, he didn’t ask for money, my assumption about him sitting there for money was obvious but vague at the same time.

He was Selling his Art

The next day, I saw him again with some…

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