There’s a distant ache, a whisper of something just beyond reach—a longing for the unseen, a familiar yet ungraspable presence. The soul stirs, restless, as though caught in a web of yearning and quiet hope, searching for what it cannot name. Rumi’s words echo gently: "Close your eyes. Fall in love. Stay there." And so, I close my eyes, trusting that this ache, this distant ripple, isn’t emptiness but a bridge. It leads me inward, where contentment exists without boundaries, beyond the need for form or reason. Here, within this sacred quiet, my heart opens to the fullness of things I cannot see but deeply feel—an eternal radiating quiet, a steadfast peace, a silent connection to the unseen. Perhaps the longing is a call to soften, to surrender to the beauty in not knowing. In closing my eyes, I am reminded that some journeys are not about seeking outward but unfolding within. And in this inner space, love holds me still, whispers, and asks only one thing: "Stay here.&quo
A very good friend of mine gifted me a wholesome book a couple of months ago, while I was departing Budapest. The book, has given me an interesting yet fulfilling perspective about life. Thank you my dear friend :) It goes without saying, questions did find a way to squeeze in between the love of literature. The book, "Before the Coffee Gets Cold: Tales from the Café" by Toshikazu Kawaguchi is a sequel to his first novel and continues to delve into the mystical and emotionally charged world of a unique café in Tokyo. This café offers its customers a singular opportunity: the chance to travel back in time. However, the journey is governed by a set of stringent rules: They can only visit people who have been to the café. They cannot change the present, no matter what they do in the past. They must sit in a particular seat. They must return before their coffee gets cold. The sequel introduces a fresh set of characters, each with their own deeply personal reasons for wanting