{"id":10534,"date":"2019-12-12T14:55:38","date_gmt":"2019-12-12T09:25:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/awsstaging.heartfulness.org\/in\/?p=10534"},"modified":"2020-01-08T14:56:26","modified_gmt":"2020-01-08T09:26:26","slug":"my-tryst-with-heartfulness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/my-tryst-with-heartfulness\/","title":{"rendered":"My Tryst With Heartfulness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was always the happy go lucky kinds, always smiling and laughing. I would be around people but go into my space even as a child, as if looking for something. My thirst for inner happiness began when I started rebelling against the societal norms, against what I was taught as a young Indian girl. I found shelter in reading self-help books after classes, books gave me solace. Until I came across Heartfulness Meditation as a beautiful chance of destiny. It was August 2015, I was happy, totally sorted in life, working as a law professor but my heart kept egging along. I had finished reading Many lives, many masters which left me wondering.<br \/>\n\u00a0<br \/>\nThe first introductory meditation was like home coming, no talk, no show; just plain experience that left me in tears for unknown reasons. This led to series of meeting with my trainers and getting into a routine of meditating every morning. Life has changed a lot no doubt, but the only constant has been my daily practice of Heartfulness meditation. It keeps me centred and grounded, it is the best addiction I have. While I continue to remain the always smiling always laughing, I have an anchor to fall back upon. In my job interview, I was asked what is the difference between religion and spirituality and I think I answered well because I got the job, the best job so far.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was always the happy go lucky kinds, always smiling and laughing. I would be around people but go into my space even as a child, as if looking for something. My thirst for inner happiness began when I started rebelling against the societal norms, against what I was taught as a young Indian girl. I found shelter in reading&hellip;&#8230; <a href=\"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/my-tryst-with-heartfulness\/\">Read More<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":10338,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2277],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10534"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10534"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10534\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11227,"href":"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10534\/revisions\/11227"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/10338"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10534"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10534"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writenode.heartfulness.org\/ke\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10534"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}