Discover the transformative power of stillness in life's rush. Embrace tranquility, find joy, and share the beauty of the journey on the Srishtiscape podcast.

We kinda forgot who we are, you know? Like we lost sight of ourselves and what is unique. It's time to find our way back to our true selves and remember what were all about.

From leaving home and venturing out on one's own to managing finances, staying healthy and fit, and navigating new connections, adulting can be a challenging rollercoaster ride. Srishti shares her personal experiences of feeling overwhelmed, lonely, and d

Inspired by the quote by Juansen Dizon: There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive

Do you remember in Shawshank Redemption, Andy wrote a letter to Red saying, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies? Hope has the power to overcome all obstacles. It is easiest to have hope when things are going well i

Everyone deals with insecurity from time to time. It can appear in all areas of life. It's normal to have down daysOften,I fear, worry and self-doubt.Questions like Am I good enough,Am I doing enoughAm I worthystrikes on my door heavily, making me i

In life, we are given trials. We can either be stricken down by them or become strong and grow because of them them. The poem talks about how people, like trees, grow and reach their true potential by overcoming adversity. It is through struggles, like a

Ep 3: Close your eyes and visualise as I recite Daffodils by William Wordsworth.I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Flutte

630 frames is a metaphor being used in this poem, meaning being different than self and trying to fit in. Here's the transcript of the poem: After 630 frames, Now I'm accepting myself It has taken time, many years, people and  630 frames.

Hey guys! In this experimental podcast, I am reciting one of my favourite poem by Robert Frost- Stopping by woods. Sit back and relax!Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his