17 December 2014 | by Shruti Kohli
We live in times when people have to renounce the world to find peace. Peace maybe fluttering in the nervous airs around us. Peace maybe sitting ensconced in a yielding corner of our chaotic minds. But we must climb the hoary Himalayas to find our peace.
Turmoil is a more common phenomenon. We recognize turmoil more readily than peace. It’s our travelling companion through life’s prosaic journey. Some people meet chaos in the matrix of deadlines and PPTs. Some in the cobweb of relationships. And some in the pursuit of peace.
So when the members of PettiCourtyard put their heads together to decipher peace, we had an array of thoughts gushing like a wild river. People of this world had met peace somewhere round the corner at the busy marketplace. They had savored it. But none had managed to save it…We wrote about the fleeting moments of peace given to our lot in imperceptible bits.
Our PettiCourtyard Authors pick for this fortnight’s bulletin is a column on Parashuram’s moment of peace. The piece is profound and tackles the subject more sublimely in keeping with PettiCourtyard standards.
We endeavor to reach out and stand by women and men who have, for long, secretly created sublime literature and waited even longer to show it the limelight. It was insecurity of being judged and the need for the right podium that eclipsed the limelight.
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