I wished so badly that I could change so many things that had occurred- not in my life, but in the life of others, even for that odd stranger that I know very little of. I wanted to stand up and be able to help in some way- but I backed out because I do not have the capacity nor the time.

But then I realized that the capacity of touching others’ lives isn’t about time or resources, but it is about having the heart to do so. I know I have the capacity to change lives. And that changed everything about the person I became and can become.


This is the first real mark in my journey to touch lives.

We have celebrated the heart, the brain, the flowers, the clouds, the skies, and even the odd subtle lake. It’s about time we celebrate one that makes all of these other celebrations possible- life.

They say life is a game. They say life is hard. They say life is a cruel. They say life and follow it up with a sigh. But life, as in all matters around it- is in the eyes of the beholder.

So we choose to pick the beauty of life- it doesn’t have to mean you pick only the roses and discard the thorns, we pick everything- but therein within the bigger picture lies an untold beauty. Here, now, we can unearth that beauty.

TAsB is where you, me and all of us share stories that the mind produces- stories which are produced through creativity and also with an eye to capture the most inspiring yet subtle details of life.

The time has passed for us to be narrow, it’s time to explore questions that are ambient, that are at time beyond the understanding of our reality- and TAsB is where we celebrate life without any pre conceived notions. We note what the eye can see and what the heart can feel.

In every reality there is a parchment of fiction- and in every fiction there is a reality. We acknowledge this pattern- a pattern beyond boundaries. TAsB is place where you speak your heart out for a change, and not your mind. It’s place for stories, from all corners, a place for every tiny droplet that forms the streaming river which is flowing to join the sea.

Read my stories, read our stories, and tell your stories.

I’m looking at the tiny droplet as it drops from the leaf, and I tell to it- thou art so beautiful.

Do you see what I see?

With beautiful Regards,

S. Ram Anand

“One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed to love”