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😥 you will find a name that will make him proud
Much needed
Moon, Venus and Saturn will come together and form a smiley face Tonight! 👀 🌙
The Loss of a Good Man: A Tribute to Pope Francis and the Power of Universal Faith ( By a Hindu person: Mr. Vinod Shekhar)
I only met Pope Francis once. It was brief. Just a few moments in a crowded room filled with dignitaries and seekers, some there out of duty, others out of belief. I was neither Catholic nor there on some divine pilgrimage. I was just a man in need of a little hope. And somehow, in that fleeting encounter, I received it.
It’s hard to explain without sounding overly romantic, but when you’re in the presence of someone truly good — not performatively good, not “publicly moral” or selectively kind — but genuinely, deeply, relentlessly good… something shifts in you. You feel lighter. You feel braver. You feel like humanity, for all its wounds and wickedness, is still worth fighting for.
That was the gift Pope Francis gave me. And I imagine, from the tears I’ve seen today and the aching silences of millions across faiths, races, and borders, that he gave that same gift to many.
Today, we mourn not just the passing of a Pope. We mourn the loss of one of the strongest chess pieces humanity had on this plain of existence.
He was a man who made kindness radical again. Who reminded the powerful that humility was not weakness. Who spoke of love not as doctrine but as duty. He was not just a religious man. He was something far more rare — he was universally spiritual.
I am a Hindu. My God wears different names. My prayers come in different rhythms. But I would have followed this man through fire. Because in his belief in God, he carried a belief in all of us. His eyes didn’t see denominations — they saw dignity. His voice, always soft but never weak, carried the weight of truth even when it unsettled the comfortable. Especially when it unsettled the comfortable.
This world has a way of chipping away at your soul. The noise, the greed, the hate, the empty rituals that masquerade as faith or patriotism or family values. It’s easy to go numb. It’s easy to give in to cynicism. But once in a while, someone comes along who reminds us that the better angels of our nature are still within reach. That goodness is still possible. That we don’t need to be perfect to do good — we just need to be brave.
Pope Francis was that man.
He chose love over doctrine. He chose compassion over judgment. And most remarkably, he chose action over applause. He walked with the poor. He knelt before the discarded. He challenged the powerful not with anger, but with moral courage. And he did all of this with a smile that felt like a prayer.
He understood something many religious leaders forget: that God doesn’t reside only in temples or churches or mosques. That holiness isn’t a place — it’s a way of living. A way of seeing others. A way of choosing kindness, over and over, even when it hurts.
So yes, today we mourn. I mourn. Not just for the Catholic world, but for all of us. Because when a man like this leaves, it feels like a light has been dimmed.
But maybe — just maybe — the way we honour him is by becoming the light ourselves.
Let us remember his faith in humanity, and let it fuel our own. Let us keep making the right chess moves in this complicated, brutal, beautiful game of life. Let us speak truth with grace. Let us protect the vulnerable, question the powerful, and lift each other up not because of who we are, but because we are here — together.
Pope Francis believed in a world where dignity wasn’t conditional. Where faith was lived, not just preached. That world can still exist — if we build it.
And maybe that’s the final gift he’s given us. A call not to despair, but to duty.
Because as long as we carry his belief in each other, then truly, he has not left us at all.
Vinod Sekhar
It’s a dog’s life and I’ve chewed it to the bone 🍖 and now my doggie is upset 😢 with me 🥺😔😭
Blinkist? Babe?
Happy Easter and Blessings 💕to all Mankind
“It’s a quiet night tonight, isn’t it, Piglet?” said Pooh, gazing up at the stars.
“It certainly is,” said Piglet, his little paw resting on his friend’s.
“What do you think the stars talk about?” asked Pooh. “When we’re not listening, I mean.”
Piglet thought for a moment. “I think they talk about light,” he said. “About how even in the darkest skies, they shine as best as they can, no matter how small they are. Because they know someone, somewhere, is looking up and needs to see them.”
Pooh smiled. “That’s a lovely thought, Piglet. Do you think we’re like that too? Little stars, shining for each other?”
Piglet nodded. “Yes, Pooh. I think that’s what we’re meant to do. To be a little light for someone, even when the night feels very big and very dark.”
Pooh sat quietly for a moment, then said, “If that’s true, Piglet, then I think you’re the brightest star I know. Even on my gloomiest days, you make me feel like everything will be alright.”
“And you’re mine, Pooh,” said Piglet, softly. “Because with you, I always feel safe, even when the woods seem scary, or the path isn’t clear.”
The two friends sat together under the stars, wrapped in the kind of quiet love that doesn’t need grand gestures or fancy words. Just presence. Just care. Just two lights shining for each other in the great big world.
“What do you think we should do tomorrow?” asked Pooh after a while.
“I think we should just keep shining,” said Piglet.
{PS}
Saunas are trending. 🔥🔥🔥 Besides health benefits, there is so much more. It’s a hot sweat and one can make it even hotter. Healthy choices indeed!
Listen to the voice within. Believe you me, there is care
Reading the right books is vital 😜🤓
Sometimes life teaches us that the most precious things are precisely those that are
The simplest things we hold a silent strength.
There is a kind of magic in simplicity.
It is in a laugh for no reason.
Life goes by quickly, but true beauty lies in learning to appreciate.
In the end, it will not be the great successes that define our history, but the small gestures – those that perhaps no one notices – and that, in silence, fill our soul.
~ Clarice Lispector
Sometimes life teaches us that the most precious things are precisely those that are priceless.
It is the smell of coffee in the morning, the delicate sound of rain hitting the windows, or the glow of a sunset that for a moment seems to stop time.
The simplest things hold a silent strength.
They remind us that, in the midst of chaos, what really matters is not what we possess, but what we can feel.
There is a kind of magic in simplicity.
It is in a laugh for no reason, in a flower that blooms between the cracks of the asphalt, in the tight embrace of someone we love.
It is these details that make us understand that, after all, it doesn't take much to feel truly complete.
Life goes by quickly, but true beauty lies in learning to slow down to look at what has always been in front of us, but that we too often forget to appreciate.
In the end, it will not be the great successes that define our history, but the small gestures – those that perhaps no one notices – and that, in silence, fill our soul.
~ Clarice Lispector
Dodged a bullet, quite a few actually.
Just one open in an international portfolio. The rest terminated a month ago 🙏. When trading, never let emotion get in the way.
If permission less is the key, let’s do the grand tour and explore. There is so much out there in the unknown awaiting to be explored! Exciting indeed!