Audiobook Bhagavad Gita Novels & Stories

"Excellent! Did you say a talking swan? So Shambala does have mystical creatures." "Yeah, we had a very meaningful conversation. Where were you?" Anbir repeated his question. "I was site seeing", Rudra smiled recalling his day with Toshani. "All by yourself?" "Kind of. It's a lovely city," Rudra replied almost to himself. Anbir shook his head and went back to his massage. He had swum for hours and his every muscle was aching, though the reward was worth it. ********** Bhairav walked into the citadel library. Casting back his black hood, he laid a huge dusty bundle of parchments on the desk and ran his hand over the leather cover murmuring in Sanskrit.

He turned around so his back was facing her, and what a magnificent back it was. "Shri Guru Charan Saroj Raj..." He was chanting the Hanuman Chalisa. Subhadra heard it with rapt attention. He chanted it so fast, with no breaks and no mistakes in the middle. He truly was a masterpiece. Even though Subhadra had tried to memorize it, she couldn't. She was very proud of him. When she saw other people looking at him, some amused and some mocking, she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted at the mocking faces.

I already said. She used to read Bhagavad Gita with her grandmother since childhood. The plan is to make the main parts of the book as a dance cover... wearing a pink saree "Tell me when you are ready, and I will set the camera..." said papa and went to the kitchen.

The surroundings were filled with Buddhist factors, which were absorbed by his body. He looked at the two rows of bookshelves. He had an eye on that multi-colored scripture at first glance. Upon seeing that book title, Alex shuddered all over. Buddhism Is Initially a Way was surprisingly written on it. Seriously? He remembered that it was a novel of some sort! Could the Grand Bodhisattva have loved reading novels?

It was a long trip but he knew that what he was going to experience was worth the expense and the hassle. Once there, he immediately had a session with a Raj guru. The place was like nothing he had visited before. He felt the deafening silence that echoed all over. On the edge of the sacred river Ganges, he only heard the dribbling of the water. The sound of the flowing current could hold anyone under its spell, so much so that he swore he would be able to find inner peace and solace.

I felt somewhat better than a while ago. After the song, the girl picked up the book placed on the book holder beside the harmonium. It was Shri Ramakrishna Kathamrita, a book I had heard about, but obviously, my faith barred me from reading it. She read a chapter, rather a scene from the book, which if roughly summarised, echoed the idea that the supreme purpose and goal of human life is to cultivate love. And here I was, spot on – in the field, cultivating mine!

he muttered in anger. Caroline placed her hand over his. “Don’t curse your luck, Artemis.” She smiled to cheer him up. “Lord Krishna advises in the Bhagavad Gita to perform actions without expectation of results. It doesn't mean that one should work without accepting the wages. If we are able to perform actions without being preoccupied with the benefits, we will be able to discharge our duties efficiently.”

"Joe, lie down and get some rest. I'll read you a story, okay?" "What story?" "A normal one, about love," She then asked, "do you think that it's boring?" "Not really," He replied, "but these days we have audio books, right? You don't have to read them out aloud." "It's alright, I have nothing else to do anyway." "Alright then." Josiah slowly closed his eyes. The story was about a love story between a rich man and a kindergarten teacher. Josiah did not find the story particularly interesting but he was allured by Meredith's soft and gentle voice.

The man said as they nodded before sitting infront of him. ( Come, come sit. ) "Is it ready?" Zeeshant asked as the man nodded with a smile before pulling out a small box with antique pattern on it. "Here." The man said and kept the box right infront of Myra making her confuse. "Open." Zeeshant said as she nodded before opening the box. Opening it the first thing she saw is the holy book Bhagwat Geeta which is copied from the original scriptures as she removed it and saw few other boxes inside aswell.

"When you're done, call us." I took slow steps crossing the back door but fresh tears started rolling down from my eyes as my eyes fell on two fragile figures who were sitting under a shed, the book of Bhagavad Gita opened in front of them with she was reciting the verses which he was listening to very attentively.