Most of us, living in today’s world of complexities, conflicts and confusion, have questions as what a person should consider as ‘perpetual-utility’ in life, amidst feelings of ‘futility’ of everything around. What is the life and living positioning, which can make us live life in perpetual joyous consciousness, endowed with ‘true utilities’, shunning away all those ‘futilities’, which land us in pain and regret?

I am a woman, but it is always ‘I’, which shall decide for me ‘How I Am A Woman’ and not the populist generic identities. Womanhood is a blessing but what ‘I’ accept ‘womanhood’ and ‘empowerment’ as, is definitively a conscious-judicious enterprise of ‘power’ I acquire through personal initiatives. Man or woman, I’m always a good, amicable, honest, sincere and compassionate person, transcending generic identities. Identity as a woman matters, but personality defines me as a person and constructs my wellness and excellence. ‘How I Am’ matters more for me than ‘Who I Am’ as I am an empowered woman, not in emotional-reactive, but objectively logical way.

If total global costs of failed marriages and divorces all over the world are calculated, it would stand at many thousand billions of dollars. If saved, it can eradicate poverty and starvation from the face of earth. Saving marriages is enterprising social economics. What it costs to save this wastage? What investment saves marriages? Cost in terms of tangibles is negligible. In terms of intangibles; investments for wellness and excellence in marriages are colossal. But then, sanity is always round the corner and it is magnanimously available without any cost to anyone, with a coin of ‘acceptance’. Somehow, acceptance is not contemporary intelligence. But then; marriage is primarily an enterprise of series of acceptances, that too mutually, with an eye to unlearn subjective somatic stupidities. Men and women are invited to unravel this mystical mutuality called marriage.

Most men want their women bare. However, when women decide to unclothe their consciousnesses off suffocating fabric of procrastination, men run away. A young woman, abandoned by her lover, bares it all for her ‘ex’ to see through. Because, she still loves him. Men need be in apt audience as a woman resonates her bosom baritone. A ‘neurotic’ woman’s monologue, men need to engage with.

He wants this to happen. She is reluctant. He wishes the probability of mutuality to get a last full-blown opportunity to attain fruition and ultimate utility. Her mind is unsure of the validity of the enterprise; even as she has nothing against him. Finally, the raw and core instincts of bodies are invited to preside over the missing probability of mutuality. Does it work? When honesty blooms in a relationship, friendship happens. And when innocence leads the utilities in friendship, even impossibilities become available to lend credence to every probability. In a man-woman intimate relationship, the semblance of friendship always holds up possibilities. Even when everything seems to have been lost in an intimate relationship, the lurking friendship ensures that at least they continue to talk. Even when, their lips are closed and silent, their bodies keep expressing the subtleties of untold intents. Words do not create possibilities but possibilities entwined in every word always engender beautiful and mystical probabilities. They are still talking, and even when things are not quite well in their relationship, they remain friends and so are the probabilities. These unbounded journeys of cathartic causality between probability and compatibility have a definitive date with delectable destinies. Mutuality must remain the center-stage of all probabilities even as individuals struggle to write the scripts of their own destinies differently. Rather, all probabilities are beautifully satisfying, filled with fruition, if they happen to engender spectacular shades of mutualities. This is life at its mystical best. This avant garde romantic novelette journeys into the novel road of probability of mutuality.

Dumped by her billionaire fiancé, a resplendently beautiful woman, the empress of eclectic endowments of extremities of name, fame and flair, the reigning royalty of Hollywood’s dream factory, the Oscar winner and highest paid actor, lands herself in all sorts of woes – hospitalization for slipping pill overdose, bad Press, peer group backstabbing and paparazzi. She escapes to anonymity at India's Yoga capital but the threat of paparazzi follows. A young yogi bails her out and detours her to an unusual world where he introduces her to the super consciousness of ‘onlyness’ within her. The redeemed empress unconsciously discovers her true elements being in linearity with that of the yogi and believes, she may be second time lucky. However, more shocks await her.

Avant-Garde expressions on divinity. It internalizes the 3Ms: Mysticism-Marvel-Magic, with a novel & unique perspective of 3Cs: Consciousness-Cognition-Causality. It’s about the Registry & Artistry of a Super-positioned Consciousness, which aligns the cardinal elements within Subjective Self, Milieus (within & outside) and Idea of Divinity in singular linearity. If God is in details, it’s here.