healing – EIKA

Letter to My Younger Self: Lessons in Survival

Some wounds stop screaming and learn how to sit quietly beside us. This is a reflection on grief, faith, love, and the strange surrender that comes when survival becomes second nature.

The Child Who Learned to Read the Room

The Voice That Remains Some days it feels like healing has happened.And some days, a 12-year-old voice still speaks clearly enough to interrupt that belief. She remembers fear, of noise, anger, abuse. And in listening to her, a question begins to form: how much of what is called “empathy” is actually adaptation? Even now, reactionsContinue reading “The Child Who Learned to Read the Room”

Mountain Meditation: Finding Stillness in Life’s Changing Seasons

I’ve always searched for meaning beyond the surface, beyond casual conversations or fleeting emotions. Yet, when it came to meditation, my restless inner world made it hard to sit still. Guided meditations became a doorway for me, and among them, one touched me in a way I’ll never forget: the Mountain Meditation. What is MountainContinue reading “Mountain Meditation: Finding Stillness in Life’s Changing Seasons”

The Divine Canvas

Art as Devotion I recently found myself wandering through the quiet corridors of the National Craft Museum, a place that always manages to still the noise in my head. As a painter, it feels less like a museum and more like a prayer space. There’s something sacred about witnessing devotion preserved in thread, cloth, wood,Continue reading “The Divine Canvas”

An Unforgettable Metro Ride

Today, I saw two little girls in the metro with their mother. The girls looked about five and six years old, sitting close together on the corner seat. Both wore matching, slightly dusty sandals and simple clothes. They were carefully holding a small table with a Ludo game printed on it – it looked brandContinue reading “An Unforgettable Metro Ride”

Finding My Way Back to Writing & Painting

For years, I poured love and nourishment into areas of my life, ignoring the toll they took on me and venting my frustration and anger through writing and painting. Initially, painting and writing were my escapes from the harsh realities and disappointments I faced. They were my sanctuary, a place where I could pour outContinue reading “Finding My Way Back to Writing & Painting”