Habuild helped my fears dissolve and disappear

[17/05, 7:01 am] HABUILD SUPPORT Team: Hello, Thank you for joining the session

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Yoga Days: *682*

A little fear → keeps us alert

Too much fear → creates anxiety, restlessness

Please reply and let us know - What fear has yoga helped you overcome? 🙏

_Team Habuild_

[17/05, 7:28 am] Lakshmi Omanakuttan: When,e joined Habuild in June24 after fifteen months of L4-5 disc ectomy because I had Potts Spine.I had fear of getting up walking,balance was bad and needed assistance for everything.Gradually one by one fear of walking,getting up ,bending climbing steps vanished and I overcame it .I was a very active person and was reduced to a vegetable in bed.I rose from there today I have got back to be normal once again though some disabilities are there,i have learnt to accept and move on even with limitations.This is my greatest achievement after practicing yoga with you.I complete two years with you next month.O have learnt to smile once again by overcoming fears one by one.l have learnt to enjoy my life once again,as I stay alone.I am 71 but today I am hT and work around my difficulties with a smile and happiness dear Saurabh Sir.Thank you for shoythe path.

Thankyou for showing the path.

[17/05, 11:44 am] HABUILD SUPPORT Team: Hello , this is Aiswarya from team Habuild.

[17/05, 11:45 am] HABUILD SUPPORT Team: This is truly one of the most inspiring journeys to hear. 🙏✨

Coming back from such a difficult phase after L4-L5 discectomy and Potts Spine, overcoming fears of walking, getting up, bending, balancing, and climbing stairs step by step , all of this reflects incredible courage, patience, and determination. 🌿

[17/05, 11:46 am] HABUILD SUPPORT Team: From feeling completely dependent and bedridden to once again smiling, enjoying life, and managing things independently at 71 is nothing less than extraordinary. Your acceptance of limitations while still choosing happiness and positivity is deeply inspiring for everyone around you. 💛

[17/05, 11:46 am] HABUILD SUPPORT Team: Completing two years of consistent yoga practice and regaining confidence in life itself is such a beautiful achievement. Thank you so much for sharing your heartfelt journey. Your words remind everyone that healing is possible, one small step at a time. 😊🙏

[17/05, 12:33 pm] Lakshmi Omanakuttan: Yes,healing is accepting and moving forward.Habuild taught me this.O.The message daily on the screen I never miss it.  I am  motivated by it every single day. 

A thanks to person in-charge of doing it ,a new one each day.🥰

[17/05, 7:10 pm] HABUILD SUPPORT Team: Thank you for sharing this with us.

It is truly wonderful to hear that you are finding meaning in the idea of healing through acceptance and moving forward, and that Habuild has been a part of this understanding for you.

It is also heartening to know that the daily messages on the screen are motivating you consistently and supporting you in your practice. Small daily reminders can often create a strong positive impact over time.

We appreciate your kind words for the team responsible for it. Wishing you continued inspiration, growth, and inner strength on your journey ahead.

(My  sincere WhatsApp conversation with Habuild back and forth as it is).

The Gentle Bull

                                     

The Gentle Bull aka Meena Taurus turns seventy five in May 2026,not a small feat eh.

Diamond or Platinum jubilee whatever ,it calls for celebration with families and siblings.

How time flies .You are older than me by four years.Always took care of me.Going down memory lane how we shared similar designed clothes which our mother who was adept at stitching made for us.Sometimes frocks with or without  sleeves,sometimes pakeezah suit outfits.

We were always sidelined but we were never in the race for black beauties. We were proud of having  a beautiful loving and caring heart which was a class  in itself.

You were gentle,fabulous(shaandaar),the epitome of patience,never spoke in raised tones and always appeared to come from a well fed family. Our cousins never missed a chance to tease you on account of your chubbiness and pulling your leg that  our father owned the local ration shop.

Our poor dad was unnecessarily dragged into it.You felt sad but never retorted.I am exactly the opposite of you,a tomboy and waiting for a chance to react.

All said and done you took care of me a lot for which I am grateful even today.Gradually there were additions to the family with Sarsi and Ramesh joining in.There was a shift in family dynamics.Some parts of your life was spent with granny,some with our aunt,later at my ex principals hostel before joining us once and for all in bangalore.You did have your share of pain but always displayed an amazing calmness and quietness.Something to really learn from you.

You have helped me a lot from the time I was hospitalized for knee dislocation by caring for me and our stay at Maharani’s hostel .Remember our days with Rema,Padmini and Sosamma.Remember my marriage  and the dramas one after the other.

When I got married you gifted a whole suitcase of sarees  I wore happily and which  stood with me during trying times, till twenty years after.I shared a few of them with our cousins especially Devi chachi who in turn gave it to her sister in laws.I also gave  some to my immediate neighborhood young women.You have  the goodwill of a lot of my acquaintances precisely to be called “Six Yard Saree Diplomacy” which you were not at all aware of.

You  gracefully helped me tide over turbulent times and was the main architect in helping me build my house.  My husband always remembered your positive push to start with construction and both of us are indebted to you and Shabbir for your constant support.Omanakuttan was always reminiscent of Kuwait times when he visited you.

When Paru met with an accident you ,amma and Ramesh stood by her for recovery as I was not in the station.Sarsi was in Bombay or Hyderabad I think. I remembered you taking her for physiotherapy and patiently waiting till she finished to return back home.I have not forgotten it and never will forget it. Thank you and remain full of gratitude.

You were calm and composed at all times and level headed always.You  draped your saree well and carried it with grace.You had a beautiful collection of them with matching bags and slippers.You loved perfumes ,flowers,jewellery  and owned  strikingly good ones not to mention bangles.Class was innate to you though I am far away from it.

I remember the times when we shared blouses and sarees.If  you went north wearing sarees 1-7 then next week i would wear them  1-7 in the opposite direction.This made it look like we had plenty of sarees.Ofcourse ,father was a little biased towards me which did not go well with you, but you nevertheless loved him a lot. The gentle bull that you are.

Remember the Lambretta BEL drops and coming back home only with the pen cap from Mounts.How Bhadrakali used to scream and fume.How we used to laugh without making sound and her ranting”ethu manzillal aanu irikanu pokkunda” was all fun and humour.You loved French and hated science. It took awhile for our parents to realise that you preferred Humanities to Science.

Remember for hasty emergency trips to Kerala by acchha or amma anyone how new skirts and underwear were stitched in a hurry..Many of our cousins visited and stayed with us Rani chachi,Shaji annan,Kochu Babu annan’s,Thampi annans ,Devi chachi.Mani.Mohan ,Ambily etc

Remember us washing clothes,one scrubbing one rinsing  and once more washing and it is done  both in the bathroom and public tap.Mother used to spread it on the clothes line.While one swept the other mopped.making chappatis in the evening as mothers kitchen used to close after lunch.

Mother was a real gourmet and made a lot of evening snacks ranging from cutlets to many more ,how I used to eat off leaving with you less.All the ingredients in the kitchen had its place no one was allowed to leave it open or shift its place.

Remember our cramped house in the fields and all of us running to see Yeshudas,who came to lay the foundation stone for the temple next door.The dasara chariots passing by with loud music the open maidan display of chariots,watching movies in the tent with stench of sweat and farts,eating and buying sweets at Bhagat rams when we went to commercials,all bring sweet memories.You had a green thumb and made lovely gardens with seasonal flowers.

You walked with grace and draped with ease and were a treat to watch.This  carries on even to this day.

I  always believed you had immense faith in me and my capabilities which in itself was a strong push for me.This speaks of my bonding with you.I also remember how you all stood by me at the loss of Omanakuttan and during my recovery times both at my loss and after my surgery.Moments etched on rock to be remembered for life.

So much more to write but time restricts.I quote Thomas Gray to  sum you up as,”Full many a flower is born to blush unseen ,And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”

These are a few of my thoughts penned  as I remember and closing it with wishes for a happy birthday full of joy and blessed showering from above.May God shower you with the choicest of blessings on you always.

The Web of Life

I ushered into this new world after a sibling my world was just the three of us gradually the additions increased,my  world remained the same the more the merrier.

Then came relatives uncles and aunts and cousins ,then came friends and well wishers.

Then grew up and fell in love and out of love,then came marriage  a new addition in the web of life,then came offsprings to make it bigger.

As it grew responsibilities increased,All the while figuring it out.

Sometimes doing things mechanically ,No support or guidance.

This is all the best I could.

The web of life gave different dimensions and perspectives 

Good or bad l can't say

But experiences for sure.

Wide range which I can't even fathom

I smile now with confidence

It was all worth it the good,bad and ugly

I emerged the best version of me 

I am me, no substitute.

I love myself 

I love being alone

I love exploring my little world with myriad opportunities.

The Streak of Light

24 March 26

The time 4.57 p.m.I was delighted to receive a call from Ajay.I know why calls went unanswered because he was figuring ways to tackle the personnel of my ward 26 ,very famous for lethargy and under the table cuts.

Anyway what started in November 2025 is slowly fruiting in March 2026.The family tree is done after repeated visits by Supreeth and follow up by Ajay.

Next comes E khatha and encumbrance certificate.I think

things may speed up now.

I was undergoing real stress at the undue delay and callousness of the authorities concerned.

Beneath my patience was one nagging thought what if I conk off before it is done.Not that I am afraid of death laying its icy hands on me.But the thought of not having done my duty gnawed me.

Earlier we were never able to make a will despite our trying hard for it. Our health condition at that point of time was restricted .Our mobility also posed a lot of physical hardships.

The Universe heard my prayers and conspired a phonepe and later a face to face meeting with a young dashing,final year Law student with an entrepreneurial startup called Ekhatha Assist.

I admire this young man who wants to do something earnestly for the thousands like me who cannot run from pillar to post to get things done.

I am grateful for having met him and include him in my life as extended family,a wellwisher,an entrepreneur, friend and advocate.Any other person would have given up considering the number of times rejections happened in my case.

I appreciate his resilience to complete what he started come what may.

His respect to a nonentity like me and his zeal to pull me out of my helplessness.I am grateful that there are people like him in this world making it a better place for me  to live in.

I wish him joy,peace, health and wealth in all that he endeavours today and everyday.

With blessings.

My guilt trip

This was written way before I spoke to the founder of E khatha Assist. 

I had been wanting to talk to a budding advocate for sometime now.

Reasons being

1.I fully understood that I was their most complicated client.

2.This had eroded and eaten into a lot of time of their team mates.

3.Where you could have serviced 10 or more clients u were stuck with me.

4.I aqgree family tree had warranted many visits for writing , rewriting and stamping.

5.I know the personal out of pocket expenses.

6. I know my ekhatha was rejected 6 times.

7.I felt guilty every day of trespassing valuable time.

When you are helpless and take a guilt trip it bogs you down.But unseen the Universe will be conspiring for the right time which is beyond us teaching us patience.

Payment in full

This was a week of feeling good.I was watching a Joint relief program when Sangavi walks in with a packet in her hand.She hands it to me saying from my first salary for you.I was taken aback.

I was at a loss for words.It was a saree.I said you should get it for your mother not me.She looked lovingly at me and said that it was because of me she landed a job. I told her your hard work paid off pat yourself not me.

Then we sat down and started talking for sometime.

I felt strangely happy that she is blossoming into a beautiful young woman with her head above her heart in the right place 

Touched reading it

🌺 *_A Father is Never Poor*_🌺

_Here is the full real story…._

"_Ma’am, your flight is in two hours…" the PA reminded her. *Isha* removed her glasses. Standing on the 50th floor in London, looking down, she felt an emptiness she had never felt before._

_Her father, *Sadashiv Rao*, had passed away last night in Pune. *Isha was a successful businesswoman*.  But in the last 10 years, she had not visited India even once to meet her father._

_Why?_

_Because of *“that” day*, fifteen years ago. Isha had received admission to a top university in America. The fee was 25 lakh rupees. Sadashiv Rao was a simple clerk. *Isha insisted*, “*Dad, take a loan, mortgage the house, but I have to go to America*.” Sadashiv Rao firmly refused._

“_Isha, we cannot afford it. I cannot mortgage the house. Your wedding, your brother’s future, my old age… I cannot take this risk.” Isha was furious. “You’re a coward! You’re jealous of my success. I’m ashamed to call you my father.” Saying this, she left the house._

_In anger, she found a scholarship from a trust and went to America. While leaving, she didn’t even look at her father’s face. For the next fifteen years, she proved herself, earned $ in Millions, but she never called her father even once._

*_Present*_

_Isha reached Pune. The old ancestral house was unchanged. A few people stood at the door. Sadashiv Rao’s body lay in the courtyard._

*_Isha noticed his shirt — it was the same old one she had seen 15 years ago*. She didn’t cry. She only felt a strange heaviness. The rituals finished. People left. Only Isha and her father’s old friend, lawyer Deshpande Uncle, remained. He handed Isha an old torn diary and a passbook._

“_Isha, Sada left this for you.”Isha asked sarcastically, “What will be in this? Complaints Accounts of how badly I behaved?”_

_Uncle became serious. “Read it. You’ll find answers.” Isha opened the diary and began reading. Soon, she reached the page dated fifteen years ago._

“_Today Isha left in anger. *She called me a coward*. But how do I tell her that the house she wanted me to mortgage… *I had already sold it during her engineering*. We are living in a rented place now. *If she knew, she would feel guilty. So I lied*.”_

_Isha’s hands trembled. She turned *the next page*. “Today Isha got a scholarships of 20 lakh rupees from ‘*Gyandeep Trust’*. She is very happy. *She thinks she got it because of her talent. Good*._

_She must never know that *I donated* all my PF money and sold my ancestral land *to create funds in that trust*. She will think her father did nothing for her, *she will hate me… but that’s fine*. Even if through hatred, *she will study with determination*._

*_If she knew it was my sacrifice, she would feel burdened and never fly high*.”The ground beneath Isha seemed to collapse._

*_The “scholarship”* she was proud of was actually *her father’s blood and sweat*? *The father* she had called coward and stingy, *had sold his own old age to buy her future*?_

_She continued reading. The last page was dated two days before his death. “Isha, today the doctors said *I have few days left*. You have become very big now. *Whenever I see your picture on TV, my chest swells with pride*._

_My child, *your anger may not have gone yet*, but let me tell you something… I pretended not to help you because *I didn’t want you* to be a girl who *lived off her father’s money*. *I wanted you to be a woman who stood on her own strength*._

*_You won, my child. I lost, but I lost happily*. Only one regret… Before dying, I wanted *to see you once, with my eyes full*.”_

“*_Your ‘stingy’ father.*” Isha hugged the diary to her chest. *She collapsed* to the floor, crying uncontrollably._

“*_Baba… Baba please get up… I’m sorry… I was wrong*…” Her cries echoed in the empty house. She had Millions now, she could buy any luxury in the world._

_But the one gift—*the sight of the man who burned himself to give her light* —she could never buy again. Outside, *Deshpande Uncle* wiped his tears. He *knew that for the last 15 years, Sadashivrao had survived on nothing but chutney and bhakri*, so he could secretly send money to Isha in America whenever she needed it*._

_Now Isha understood… *A father is never poor*. The Children simply lack the ability to measure his wealth. Behind a Father's “*no”,* there is often a *sacrifice the Children fail to perceive*._

*_Value them while they are here — because once they’re gone, nothing remains except regret*._

_If this story gets connected to you, it is mere coincidence. But it is a story of every household in India_