Bøger af Shivani

A set of 21 poems about pain, hurt, trauma, and desire from the deepest corners of our minds. Things we don't say out loud or take the courage to even feel sometimes. A brave attempt at letting it go but slowly and properly. A 'bid you adieu' to everything weighing on us. While talking about all these things, the collection also touches upon concepts of healing, self-love, and self-discovery.

This charming memoir is a loving homage to a grand institution and its legendary gurus. Written from the perspective of a child and young girl, it retains the freshness and innocence of an age when experimental education was not merely a trendy movement. Shivani's vivid pictures of the Ashram and portraits of her teachers and fellow students remain as alive as they seemed when she first wrote this memoir nearly fifty years ago. Along with the moving tributes she wrote when some of her beloved contemporaries passed away, this slim memoir is a sort of diptych that captures the spirit of the Ashram and the liveliness of its inmates, many of whom went on to become iconic Indians. Shivani's recall of her time there takes the reader into an enchanted garden that remains as inspirational to her as it was when she went there all the way from Kumaon a lifetime ago.

Presents the fundamental concepts of modern physics. The book provides step-by-step solutions to topics. A set of solved numericals, theoretical questions and numerical problems at the end of each chapter help with understanding of each topic.

This book is an ensemble of poems, all written randomly at random hours in random moods, posed by random situations. There is no pattern to any of it, that's the whole point - Life as it came, raw and fresh, put out in front of the world. If anything, they are all one in the way they have been penned down-in the moment, in deep honesty. This is a journal through life by means of poetry. Every poem has a lesson that inspired it and a memory that lives with it. 'A Poem that did not rhyme' is author's confession to the world, a proclamation of herself being that living, breathing poem that would rather be raw, unbound in rhymes and patterns than be chained to the rut.