From the Desk of Dr. Gouri Kumra
Love is not a placid stream—it is charged with intensity, stirred by challenge, evolved by chaos. Storms, tempests, and turbulence do not merely disturb—they widen the heart field, forcing us to think divergently.
THE STORM RESHAKES THE SHORE.
And yet, after the storm comes the tranquil sea, its waves lapping gently at the heart, serving peace in a shared journey. Love is a melody sung in harmony. Each connection is a gift from the universe, like fireflies glowing in the dusk of summer—walking together, mirroring the heart with kindness, reminding us that love is indeed a sacred home.
Wounds, Scars, and Sacred Beauty
Wounds are not shameful—they are sacred etchings, certificates of resilience. Pain is not merely endured; it is transmuted into courage. Every tear and every ache has traced maps of endurance, dispersing the smoke of suffering.
Time softens the sharp edges of the heart. In trust, we weave a tapestry that bridges distances: the touch of a shoulder, the synchrony of breath, the slowing of the heartbeat. The tattoo of a monkey warrior on your skin arrests my restless thoughts, diverting them into positivity.
Your breath is a tide washing away my fears. My embrace is a haven where your doubts dissolve. In this alchemy, scars turn into petals—offered to the Divine. Your arms cradle my vulnerabilities. Forgiveness deepens trust, tenderness roots itself in scars, and buoyancy lifts us from pain.
Love Beyond Layers: The Sacred Depths
At its surface, sex is the outermost layer. Love, deeper. Prayerfulness, deeper still. And at the deepest—Godliness. Tantra is not indulgence but cosmic innocence—oneness in its purest form. Beauty waits in silence, not in possession.
Attachment is fear and dependency. Love, by contrast, is heartfulness—giving with freedom, not caging the other with expectations.
Uncage the door. Let go of fear. Let love be free.
Negative Energies and Karmic Weight
Sex without mindfulness, without soul, is a descent. The karmic laws remind us that every union is energy exchange. A woman stores the man’s essence, just as both nourish each other physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
The Love Field strengthens life force, creativity, and opens the heart wide. A depleted field, however, weakens the force—man loses grounding, clarity, and inner strength when bonds are defiant and not rooted in truth. Energy channels clog, chakras dissonate, shadows heighten. From this disharmony arises depression, weakness, even disease.
The storm of human confrontation—disputes and disruptions—is not mere noise. It is karmic thunder.
Feminine Wrath and Awakening
The Divine Feminine energy manifests in paradox—wrath, response, and realization together. Chinnamasta Kali, with her severed head and protruding tongue, symbolizes both remorse and awakening. Intimacy, when misaligned, invokes confrontation and catharsis.
Like Henry Fuseli’s haunting Nightmare, the feminine body is cast into dreamscapes of distortion—hallucinations, temptations, and shadows. The incubus, the mare, the chiaroscuro of light and darkness—all speak of the human struggle between desire, delusion, and demonization. In such shadows, women bear the suffocation of betrayal, often punishing themselves through guilt.
But mythology offers redemption: Durga.
“Dur” means to shun, “Ga” means to sing. Thus, Durga is the force that sings away evil—be it foul conduct (durgandh), corrupt teachers (duracharya), or the shadows within ourselves.
A Sacred Closing: Love as Divine Offering
Love is storm and serenity. It breaks us, remakes us, and offers us home again. It teaches us that scars are not flaws but flowers. It reminds us that the Divine Feminine dwells in every heart, demanding reverence, not possession.
As we enter the days of Durga Puja, let us remember: to love is to sing away fear, to reject what is dark, and to embrace the sacred innocence of connection.
Happy Durga Puja.
May love be your storm, your melody, and your sacred home.
