❄️ Cold Water Therapy: When Ancient Rituals Meet Modern Wellness - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

A sacred memory, a timeless healing

“Before the sun could rise, they had already stepped into the river.
Wrapped in silence, shivering — but glowing.
Not from warmth,
but from willingness.”

🪔 Before Ice Baths, There Was the Sacred River

These days, celebrities plunge into tubs of ice water,
posting reels from Iceland, praising "cold plunges" and "nervous system resets."

But long before wellness became a trend —
our ancestors practiced it without spectacle.

Not in spas, but in rivers.
Not for youthfulness, but for purification.
Not for performance, but for presence.

From the banks of the Godavari, Yamuna, Kaveri, and Ganga —
for thousands of years, Indians embraced cold morning dips
as a ritual of cleansing, surrender, and inner alignment.

🧊 The Chill Wasn't a Challenge — It Was an Offering

I still remember Kartika Masam (one of the months in hindu calendar).

Waking before dawn,
wrapped in a soft shawl, guided by elders —
we would make our way to the river’s edge, lanterns flickering in the dark.

There was a hush. A reverence.
No one boasted. No one hurried.
Just footsteps in the fog, leading toward still, holy waters.

As I stepped in, hand held by someone older —
mother, aunt, or grandfather —
the cold hit me like truth.
And yet, I felt safe.

That’s not just cold. That’s awakening.

🌸 Pushkarams and Kartika Masam: Rituals with Ice in Their Bones

Even as recently as the early 2000s,
many of us were led to rivers before sunrise — still sleepy, still dreaming —
but brought to life by the plunge.

During Pushkaralu(ancient Hindu festival celebrated in India to worship sacred rivers), you’d see it everywhere:

• Aunties in white cotton saris
• Chanting voices echoing “Govinda! Govinda!”
• Steam rising from the river as first light arrived
• And children, nervous but proud, walking into the water with their elders

That glow stayed on the skin — not like makeup,
but like grace.

🌿 The Science Was Always There — Hidden in Devotion

Today’s science celebrates cold water for its:

• Improved blood flow
• Dopamine boost
• Reduced inflammation
• Immune strengthening
• Mental resilience

But our ancestors didn’t need proof.
They had practice.
They trusted experience over research.
And somehow, they just knew:

“You’ll feel better. Just dip.”

🧘🏽‍♀️ Should You Try It Now?

Yes — but as always, with care and intention.

• Start by washing your face with cold water in the morning
• Gradually try short cold showers
• If possible, take a full cold bath once a week before sunrise
• Avoid if you’re ill or sensitive — listen to your body

You don’t need a holy river.
Even a quiet bathroom, lit by morning light, can become sacred —
if your intention is reverent.

💧 One More Memory to Hold Close

And maybe that’s why those early morning dips stay with us.
Not just because of the cold,
but because someone’s warm hand once held ours as we stepped in.
A parent. A grandparent. A sibling.
Teaching us — without saying much —
that we are capable of doing hard things,
and emerging brighter on the other side.

💬 A Bhuangan Thought to Carry:

“They didn’t need Iceland.
They had the Ganga.
They didn’t do it for likes.
They did it for light.”

The world is catching up to what our elders did with quiet faith.
So next time you see a cold therapy trend,
remember: we’ve already been there.
With rivers, with rituals,
and with the unspoken wisdom of warm hands in cold water.💧🕊️

🌏 Touching the Earth: A Forgotten Morning Prayer - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

— A ritual for grounding, gratitude, and grace before the day begins

Before your feet touch the floor,
before the noise of the world begins,
there is a pause —
a breath —
and a prayer,
whispered silently with the palm of your hand on the Earth.

🪔 My Grandmother’s Morning Blessing

Every time I ran out to play — muddy knees, mismatched socks, breathless with excitement —
my ammamma would stop me at the door and say:

“Touch the Earth. Say thank you.
She holds you.
She forgives you.
She’ll carry you when you fall.”

At the time, I thought it was just one of those superstitions.
Something from “the old days.”
But now, after years of running, falling, chasing, losing —
I understand what she meant.

🌱 Why This Simple Ritual Matters

Touching the Earth isn’t just symbolic.
It’s reconnection.

In our fast lives, we wake up and go — from mattress to screen, from thought to urgency.
But this ritual is a return.

A reminder:

• That you are not floating, you are held.
• That your actions have weight, and you walk on something sacred.
• That you belong to the Earth, and not just to the rush of the day.

🧎🏽‍♀️ The Ritual, Remembered Simply

Before stepping out of bed:

1. Sit up slowly.
2. Place your right hand gently on the floor or ground.
3. Bow your head slightly and whisper — either out loud or in your heart:

🕊️ “Samudra vasane devi
Parvata sthana mandale
Vishnu patni namastubhyam
Paada sparsham kshamasva me”

This ancient Sanskrit verse translates to:

“O Mother Earth, consort of Lord Vishnu,
who is adorned with oceans and mountains,
forgive me for touching you with my feet.”

It’s a ritual of respect.
Of humility.
Of beginning with grace.

🌄 When You Touch the Earth, You Touch Your Own Stillness

There is something powerful about beginning the day with this gesture.
Before emails, before news, before opinions — you come home to something ancient:

🌿 The Earth doesn’t demand.
She holds.
She absorbs.
She gives.

Touching her — even for a second — reminds you:
You are part of something vast, wise, and patient.

🧡 For Children, For Adults, For the Rushed Soul

If you’re a parent, teach your child this ritual.
Not as a rule, but as a memory they can return to — like I returned to my grandmother’s voice.

If you’re grown, and overwhelmed,
Try it just once.

You might be surprised at how one silent morning gesture
can shift the entire energy of your day.

🌸 A Thought from Bhuangan to Carry:

“When the world moves too fast, touch what doesn’t.
The Earth has seen your fears before.
She knows how to steady you.”

So tomorrow,
before you chase the day —
touch the Earth.
Say thank you.
And let that moment carry you through.

🌾 When the Grass is Dry and the Home is Messy - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

 🌾 A Love Letter to the Ones Who Are Barely Holding On -  By MS | Bhuangan Blog 

The garden is brown.
The house is quiet, except for the clutter.
The sink is full.
The mirror has smudges.
And your soul? She’s trying. So hard.

But no one sees that part.

🌱 This Is Not Laziness. This Is Survival.

There are times in life when the dishes pile up not because you’re careless,
but because you’re in survival mode.

Maybe you’re grieving.
Maybe you're burned out.
Maybe you’re walking on eggshells because someone you live with is cruel.
Or maybe… you’re just exhausted from being strong for everyone else.

This is not a sign of failure.
It’s a sign you’ve been carrying too much — for too long.

🌼 “People Are Not Good or Bad. They Are Human.”

My grandmother once told me:

“No one is born good or bad. People are human. It’s the situation that makes them one or the other.”

But what if the person hurting you knows what they’re doing?

That’s the part no one talks about.
When someone’s words slice through you daily…
When they twist the truth and leave you wondering if you are the problem…

Even then — even in that pain — you are still sacred.
Still worthy.
Still allowed to say:

“This mess is not my shame. It’s my proof that I’m still here.”

🪔 What the Dry Grass Is Whispering

Not all dry lawns come from drought.
Some come from energy vampires who leave nothing for you.
Some come from the exhaustion of performing okay-ness for the world.

But the grass doesn’t judge you.
It waits.

“Water me when you can,” it says.
“I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

🧘🏽‍♀️ So What Can You Do?

Don’t force a transformation.

Instead, try:

• 💧 Watering one plant — not to fix the yard, but to remind your hands they still hold life.
• 🧹 Cleaning one surface — not to please anyone, but to reclaim a corner of peace.
• ✍🏽 Writing down the names of the people who drain you — and letting the page hold your truth.
• 🌞 Opening the window and facing east — even if you don’t feel like praying, just breathe.

You’re not a broken thing.
You are a becoming thing.

🌸 And If You’re Being Hurt by Someone…

No, it’s not your karma to suffer endlessly.
Even if this person came into your life to play a role in your soul’s growth —

It is not your job to shrink just to keep the peace.

You don’t need to fix them.
You don’t need to stay silent.
You just need to stay gentle with yourself.

That’s the real spiritual practice.

🌷 Final Words from Bhuangan:

“Not every mess needs to be cleaned.
Some of them just need to be understood.”

And not every relationship needs to be healed.
Some of them need to be outgrown.

If your grass is dry and your house is heavy — know this:
You are not the mess. You are the one still blooming through it.

🪔 Too Much Screen? Old Indian Ways to Feel Like Yourself Again - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

Some days I close my laptop and feel like my body doesn't belong to me anymore.

Eyes dry. Neck stiff. Mind foggy.

But I remember…
How my mother used to say:
“Your body is not a machine. Treat it like a temple.”

Back then, we didn’t know words like "digital fatigue" or "nervous system burnout."
But we had rituals. Small, sacred acts that still bring me home — even now.

These are not rules. These are reminders.
Of who we were… and who we still are.

🌿 Five Old Indian Rituals That Heal Your Body After Screen Time

🧴 1. Oil Your Feet Before Bed

This wasn’t a luxury in our house — it was daily care.
My mother would warm a little coconut oil in a spoon, and gently rub it on our feet before bed.
“Your body listens through your feet,” she used to say.

Now, after a long day of screens, try this:

• Wash your feet with cold water.
• Warm some sesame or coconut oil.
• Rub into your soles for 2 minutes.
• Feel how your body slows down and softens.

Try this for three nights. Your sleep will thank you.

👁️ 2. Splash Cold Water on Your Eyes and Neck

My grandmother never let us eat or sit down after school without first washing our eyes.
“Wash away the day,” she’d say.

Now, after hours of staring at a screen, this simple act resets your whole system.

• Splash cold water gently over your eyes and on the back of your neck.
• Close your eyes. Pause. Let the coolness remind you that you're still here.

No app will calm your nerves like water does.

🌞 3. Sit in the Morning Sun (Even Just for 5 Minutes)

My mom would wrap a shawl around me and say,
“You don’t have to brush. Just come sit.”

I’d sit on the stairs, wrapped in my blanket, eyes half-closed, while the sun gently filled the yard.

If you're stuck to screens all day, this one practice can bring your body back.

Just sit where sunlight hits. Face east if you can.
Don’t scroll. Don’t talk. Just sit. Let your skin remember the morning.

☀️ 4. Do 3 Rounds of Surya Namaskar (Slow and Aware)

After sitting too long, your spine folds in.
Your neck drops. Your breath shortens.

Surya Namaskar isn’t just a fitness move — it’s a way to bring breath and movement back to your body.

• Move slowly, with your breath
• Just 3 rounds in the morning, or before dinner

Even a few minutes of this can reset your posture, eyes, and mood.

💧 5. Sip Water Like a Ritual, Not a Task

These days, we drink water only when an app reminds us.
But in our homes, water was sacred.
A brass tumbler. A clay pot. A mother who’d say:

“Don’t gulp. Sit. Let it go down slow.”

After screen time, try this:

• Close your screen.
• Sit down with a glass of water.
• Sip slowly — like you’re doing something important.

Your body will understand this pause. It’s not hydration. It’s healing.

🌸 Final Words

You don’t need a retreat.
You just need to return — to the old wisdom you already carry inside.

Try one of these for two days. Not all of them. Just one.
See what your body says. Let it be your guide.

We didn’t call it wellness back then.
It was just a way of life.

 

🛏️ The Bed That Waits for the Moon - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

🌙 Where We Sleep, We Begin Again

“Make your bed — not just for order, but to protect the energy you sleep with.”

— Bhuangan

There is a certain silence that beds carry —
A silence of dreams, of forgotten tears, of deep rest that holds our spirit for 8 long hours.
It is not just furniture. It is a sacred ground where your body resets.
Your mind heals. Your energy reshapes.

That’s why, in our home, the bed was not touched in the day.
Not sat on. Not leaned on.
It was made with care each morning —
and left alone like a temple that opens only after dusk.

🪷 A Daily Ritual, A Lifetime Discipline

We didn’t need alarm clocks to learn discipline.
We had rituals.
One of the earliest and quietest ones was:
“Make your bed.”

My father insisted it wasn’t just about tidiness.

“You sleep here for 8 hours,” he’d say.
“That’s longer than any job or school. Don’t leave it open for chaos.”

It taught us:

• To respect spaces we use the most.
• To not drag our sleepy laziness into the rest of the day.
• To close one chapter (sleep) before opening another (action).

Children who learn to put their bed back into order
grow into adults who can restore their own mind after emotional storms.

🌞 Night Beds & Day Beds: A Forgotten Wisdom

In our home, beds were for night only.
Daytime rest, if needed, happened on long chairs, swings, or woven cots.

This wasn’t just a quirky habit — it was ancestral wisdom passed on quietly through generations.

My father would always say:

“The energy you leave on a bed is delicate.
If you don’t clear it, something else might collect it.”

He never explained what “something else” was.
But in our hearts, we understood.
In the old Indian way of seeing the world — not all beings are seen.

Some are gentle. Some are simply passing.
Some are looking for warmth, a place to linger.
An unmade bed, still heavy with our body’s impressions, can feel like an invitation to those energies.

It’s not about fear.
It’s about respecting the invisible balance of the world around us.

Making the bed each morning was our quiet way of saying:

“Thank you for the rest. This space is now cleared. This energy is now mine again.”

And every evening, when we returned to a fresh bed —
it felt like returning to a space blessed by boundaries.

🌼 Sacredness Is in Small Acts

In Indian homes, not all rituals come with bells and flowers.
Some come with folded sheets and straightened pillows.

To this day, I can’t leave the house without pulling the corners of my bed tight.
Not for Instagram.
Not for guests.
But because it honors the place where I rest my dreams.

🪔 A Bhuangan Thought to Carry:

“Make your bed as if you’re making peace with the night before.
And preparing to dream without clutter.”

🧵 Bonus: Start Your Day With These 3 Intentions While Making the Bed

1. Thank the bed for holding your weight through the night.
2. Bless your sleep — even if it wasn’t perfect.
3. Set an intention for the day: calm, focus, joy, or anything your heart needs.

🪷 The Parijatham That Opens Before the World Does - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

✨ A quiet story of flowers, scents, and the language of early morning devotion.

🌸 A Flower That Falls to Be Worshipped

In the stillness of early dawn — before even the birds finish their songs —
there lies a soft carpet of Parijatham flowers under the tree.
Not plucked. Not forced.
Fallen gently. Surrendered. Waiting.

We call it Parijatham, the sacred bloom beloved by Lord Krishna himself.
In English, some call it the Night-flowering Jasmine or Coral Jasmine,
but no name captures its soul — the way it perfumes a front yard without asking for attention.

As children, our mornings had a mission —
to gather these flowers from the soil, post-bath, before the sun turned them dry and shy.

And the rule was clear:

❗ You don’t pluck Parijatham.
You only receive what it offers you.

A flower that teaches devotion through patience.

🌿 A Quiet Ritual of Offering

No one told me how many blessings I would earn.
No one calculated karma points.
But every time I bent down to pick the soft orange-stemmed flower,
my heart felt anchored, like I had done something right that day.

We used to walk barefoot, still wrapped in the wetness of our morning bath,
collecting Parijathams with careful fingers…
and placing them one by one at the feet of Krishna’s idol in the puja room.

No chants.
No camera.
Just a scent,
a moment,
and a whisper of love.

🕊️ “Lord, this is for you. I waited. And I came.”

🌞 A Flower That Taught Me Discipline

Parijatham never waits.
She blooms at night, falls by morning at the first rays of sunlight, and disappears by sun.
She doesn’t give you second chances.

If you’re late, the moment is lost.
So you learn to wake up.
You learn to look out of the window before anything else.
You learn urgency without rush, and love without possession.

That tree taught me more than any school bell.
It told me:

“If something is sacred, show up for it.
Don’t demand.
Don’t force.
Just be present when it falls into your life.”

🪔 What It Means Now

Now, 30 years later…
when I see a Parijatham bloom outside my window,
the scent doesn’t just fill the air —
it fills me.

It brings back all the mornings I wanted to be good…
all the days I started with meaning…
and all the devotion that was so natural,
because it came with a flower.

🌼 A Bhuangan Thought to Carry:

“True offerings come from waiting, not taking.
What falls to your feet in grace is meant for the divine.”

If you ever feel scattered or disconnected,
maybe you don’t need a big ritual.
Maybe you just need to find your own Parijatham moment —
something that blooms quietly, falls gently, and brings you home to yourself.

🫓The Idli That Taught Me Hard Work - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

A Bhuangan Ritual Series

“Before we had machines,
we had hands.
Before we had shortcuts,
we had sisters and stone grinders.
And the taste… was different.
It was earned.”

🌞 When Morning Meant Movement, Not Motivation

At Peddamma’s house, by the time the first sunlight touched the trees, the kitchen was already alive.

No switches. No mixers.
Just elbow grease, stone, fire, and family.

We were still drowsy from the fog,
our bodies wrapped in the early chill,
but somehow, we all found our way into that tiny kitchen —
drawn by the smell of roasted peanuts
and the promise of hot idlis.

💪 The Ritual of Grinding — With Hands, Not Machines

There were no grinders.
No electricity whirring in the background.

Just sisters squatting on the floor,
stone grinder turning slowly,
wet dal and coconut being turned into life.

We were allowed to help.
It wasn’t much — but it was everything.
Pushing the grinder, fetching water, stirring the batter.

The reward?
A steel plate of idlis with peanut chutney,
still steaming, still sacred.

“Hard work never tasted so soft.”

🪔 Food Was Never Just Food

In those mornings, food was prasad.
Made with effort. Made together.
Nothing came quickly — but everything came with love.

We didn’t count calories.
We didn’t ask if it was gluten-free.
We just ate — with gratitude, with our fingers,
and with the heat of the kitchen still on our cheeks.

“No restaurant idli can ever taste like the one
you earned with your sweat and your sisters.”

🌿 The Ritual Behind the Recipe

You might think this is just nostalgia.
But this is ritual.

What We Did	What It Meant
Grinding by hand	Giving energy before receiving
Cooking together	Weaving connection into food
Serving hot, fresh meals	Honoring time and timing
Eating before distraction	Making nourishment sacred

🌼 A Bhuangan Thought to Carry

“Every act done with care becomes a ritual.
Every meal prepared with effort becomes an offering.
And every shared morning becomes a memory that holds you for life.”

If you ever want to feel grounded, start by making something slowly.
Use your hands.
Invite someone to join.
And when you eat it — eat like it matters.

Because it does.

🌾When Peddamma’s Yard Taught Me Devotion - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

A Bhuangan Ritual Series

“Some mornings don’t need alarms.
They arrive with birdsong, fog,
cow dung water on the ground,
and jasmine in your sister’s hands.”

🌾 A Village That Woke as One

At my Peddamma’s(Pedda-Elder, Amma-mom-She is elder sister to my mom and so we call her that) home, no one needed a clock.
The entire village rose together —
at the same hour, under the same fog-soaked sky,
with the same quiet knowing:
the day had begun.

We weren’t used to it at first.
6 AM felt like 4.
But still, we got up —
wrapped in heavy blankets, eyes half-shut,
and stepped into the morning light like it was a story waiting to be told.

🪷 My Sister and the Jasmine

I’d see my sister first,
plucking malli puvvulu (jasmine flowers) from the bush,
her tiny fingers moving faster than her sleepy face.

No rush. No phone. Just fragrance.

She’d collect them for Peddamma —
for the gods inside,
for the braid that would soon hold them,
for the air itself.

“That’s how you fill a morning —
with flowers, not noise.”

🪔 The Sacred Art of Preparing the Front Yard

Peddamma’s ritual was the same, every single day.

• She swept the yard before the sun fully rose.

• Sprinkled cow dung water over the earth — sacred, purifying.

• Smoothed the surface with practiced hands.

• Took her white powder and began the day’s rangoli.

Simple. Clean. Centered.

The whole yard smelled of smoke, mud, cow dung, and love.
The kind of scent you can never bottle.
The kind that raises you — not just in body, but in being.

🎶 A Soundtrack of Birds and Subrabhatam

As she worked, the background music played itself:

• Birds in flocks, coming to check for leftover rice powder.

• Venkateswara Subrabhatam, echoing from the neighbor’s radio.

• The fog curling around the rangoli, like nature’s breath.

There was divinity in the air —
not the loud kind, but the kind you whisper to.

And we just stood there.
Watching. Breathing.
Becoming part of the ritual without even trying.

✨ Ritual Highlight: The Cow Dung Water

This may sound strange to some —
but in our homes, cow dung water wasn’t dirt. It was devotion.

Sprinkling it at dawn meant:

• Purifying the threshold

• Welcoming Lakshmi and health

• Honoring Bhoomi Devi — the Earth goddess

It wasn’t superstition.
It was love made visible.

“Cleanliness wasn’t just hygiene.
It was reverence.”

🌼 A Bhuangan Thought to Carry

“The front yard was our temple.
The morning was our prayer.
And devotion wasn’t a chant —
it was watching Peddamma bend to the earth with care.”

Even now, if I close my eyes,
I can see the fog, the rangoli, the jasmine,
feel the chill on my cheeks,
and hear the birds and gods sharing the same sky.

That memory?
It’s enough to anchor me through anything.

🌅 Face East, Say Nothing - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

A Bhuangan Ritual Series 

"Before the world takes your voice, let silence hold your soul.
Face east. Breathe. Say nothing. Let the day begin with you, not against you."

🌿 The Problem with Perfect Routines

We’re told to wake up at 4 AM.
Do yoga. Chant 108 times. Meditate for an hour. Write intentions. Run. Fast. Journal. Drink tulsi tea in copper cups.

But let’s be honest —
Most of us are tired.
Most of us just want a quiet start to the day without pressure.

If you’ve tried and failed to "do mornings right" — this post is for you.

🌅 A Ritual So Simple, It Feels Like Doing Nothing

There is a practice hidden in the old ways that costs nothing, requires no effort, and yet… brings back everything you’ve been missing:

Face east. Say nothing. Just breathe.

No alarm at 4 AM.
No chanting if you're not ready.
No mat. No gear. No perfection.

Just you, the sky, and the first light that touches the Earth.

✨ What’s Really Happening Here?

When you face east in silence each morning — even for just 3 minutes — this is what you’re doing:

• 🌞 Receiving the first energy of the sun

• 🌬️ Giving your nervous system a moment of rest before the noise

• 🧘‍♀️ Centering your mind before checking the world

• 🌱 Letting your soul arrive into the day gently

This ritual isn’t about discipline — it’s about alignment.

🧭 How To Do It (No Instructions Needed, But Still…)

1. Wake up.

2. Find a space — a window, a step, your terrace.

3. Face east (towards the sunrise).

4. Stand or sit.

5. No phone. No words. No tasks.

6. Just 3 to 5 minutes.

7. Breathe. Let the light fall on your skin. Let the silence be enough.

"If you do nothing else for your wellness today, let this be it."

🌼 Why It Works

Ancient Meaning	Modern Benefit
Facing East = Honoring Surya (sun, life force)	Resets your circadian rhythm naturally
Morning silence = Inner listening	Lowers stress hormones like cortisol
Stillness = Respect for transition	Activates parasympathetic calm

This isn’t just a ritual.
It’s a reunion with yourself.

🪷 A Gentle Invitation

You don’t have to wake up before dawn.
You don’t have to be a yogi.
You just have to show up — gently — to your own morning.

Start with this.
And see what unfolds.

“When you begin the day with the sun on your face and silence in your breath, you don’t chase peace — you become it.”

🌞 Sun Gazing - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

The Forgotten Morning Ritual That Can Transform Your Life

In a world of blinking screens and artificial light, sun gazing is one of the most natural, ancient rituals we’ve forgotten.
But if you ask me, it’s the one ritual every person should try at least once in their life — not just for health, but for clarity, stillness, and inner reset.

🕰️ The Timing Matters (It’s Everything)

You can't just look at the sun any time of day.
True sun gazing happens within the first 30–45 minutes after sunrise. After that, especially in summer, the rays become too harsh for your eyes and can be dangerous.

So if sunrise is at 6:00 AM, aim to be outside between 6:00–6:30 AM.
After 6:45 AM (especially in summer), I wouldn’t recommend it.

😴 The Preparation Begins the Night Before

To be outside at sunrise, you need to:

• Sleep at least 8 hours before

• Be in bed by 9:00 or 9:30 PM

• Wake up naturally refreshed, not from an alarm

This one change — prioritizing sleep — sets everything else right: your digestion, mood, energy, and willpower.

👣 How to Do It

• Step outside early, right after you wake up

• No sunglasses, no filters, no screens

• Find a spot where you can see the sun directly, even just on the horizon

• Stand barefoot on the earth — grass, soil, tile, bench — let your feet connect

• Look gently at the sun — not staring hard, but soaking it in.

• Close one eye and look with the other eye and do the same with the other eye. Initially you may not notice any difference. but slowly you will start noticing red ball and everything else to be dark around it. And it may be different for you. but again take it slowly.  Not all in one day or one week. It took me almost 3 weeks. it may be more or less for you. Take it Slowly. 

• Breathe slowly. Feel your chest rise and fall. Be present.

• Do it for a few minutes(start with 1 min and then go upto 5 min. I wouldn't recommend more than that- even after 6 years i don't do it more than 5 min). That’s all. 

• Please check out this Youtube video for reference. SunGazing Youtube link

💡 What It Does for You (Over Time)

Not in a day. Not in a week. But slowly, beautifully, like a fog lifting:

• 🌞 Boosts Vitamin D levels

• 🧠 Improves memory and focus

• 💤 Regulates your sleep cycle

• 🌿 Aligns you with your circadian rhythm

• 😌 Lowers anxiety, worry, and rumination

• 💪 Strengthens immunity

• 🧘‍♂️ Adds clarity and purpose to your mornings

• 🌈 Slowly pulls you out of depressive episodes

• 👁️ May even improve eye health and vision (early rays only!)

🧘 A Silent Practice of Power

There’s no chanting required.
No yoga mat, no app, no tracker.
Just you, the earth, and the rising sun.

It’s one of the few rituals that brings scientific, emotional, and spiritual benefit—all at once. And once you start doing it, you won’t even notice when the change happens.

You’ll just realize… you’re different.

🔁 Don’t Force It. Just Begin.

Don’t expect a miracle in two days.
But give this ritual 3 weeks — and it will quietly change your mornings, your hormones, your headspace.

You’ll wake up not with dread, but with light.

And in a world that moves too fast, this might be the most radical thing you can do.

Please note: This post is based on personal experience and cultural traditions. Please use discretion and consult a professional if needed.

🪔 Rituals

🪔 Living with Ritual

Not just routines, but quiet inheritances — reminders to pause, to honor, to live with meaning. The quiet habits that shaped our homes, healed our minds, and remembered what the heart never forgot. 

🌞 Light That Heals

Sun Gazing

🌙 The Bed That Waits for the Moon

Make Your Bed, Make Your Peace

🪔 Light for the Eyes, Rest for the Soul

Too Much Screen? Old Indian Ways to Feel Like Yourself Again

🌏 Touching the Earth: A Forgotten Morning Prayer

Touch the Earth Before You Rise

❄️ Cold Water Therapy: A Forgotten Ritual to Reset Mind, Body & Energy

Cold-Water-Ritual

💧 Sacred Waters — Rituals of Cleansing

Sacred Waters

🧂 Salt, Milk & the Quiet Rituals That Guard Our Homes

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🔔 Sound Cleansing with Bells & Conch Shells – Ancient Vibrations for a Clearer Home

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🍲 Recipes

🍲 Grandma’s Homely Recipes

Simple, soulful dishes that taste like childhood, devotion, and love.

In every Indian home, recipes are more than just instructions—they are memories. Passed down from grandmothers to mothers, whispered over kitchen fires, or scribbled in old notebooks stained with turmeric and time, these dishes carry the warmth of generations.

At Bhuangan, we celebrate the sacred and the simple—just like the meals served after a morning puja, or the rasam that healed more than just a cold.

Now that it's summer, our bodies crave more than just taste - they need hydration, cooling, and balance. And there is one drink that finds its way into almost every Indian home during this season:

A Journey Through Ritual, Remedy, and Reverence

Turmeric: The Spice That Heals Generations

Beetroot for Energy & Blood Pressure

The Root That Grounds You

🌾Ragi: Ancient Strength for Modern Life – A Forgotten Grain’s Sacred Story

Ragi: The Ancient Grain That Feeds Strength in Silence

Ragi: Sacred Grain for Energy, Healing and Daily Wellness

🌀 Ativrushti Anavrushti: When Too Much Is As Harmful As Too Little - By MS | Bhuangan Blog

Ati vā anā vā  

Neither flood nor drought nurtures life. Only the quiet stream sustains.

🌧️ The Wisdom in Rain

There’s a saying in our place:
“Ativrushti Anavrushti.”
Too much, or too little — both are dangerous.

It may speak of rain and harvest, but its wisdom goes far beyond weather.
It speaks to the rhythms of your body.
To the rituals we follow.
To the silence between advice and action.

“Moderation is sacred. Balance is everything.”

🧬 Your Body Is Ancient — And Uniquely Yours

No one comes into this world empty-minded or blank-bodied.
You carry within you the memory of generations — in your genes, in your gut, in your cells.
What works for one may not work for you — and that’s not a flaw. It’s your fingerprint.

Some bodies absorb quickly, some resist at first, some bloom slowly over time.
So when someone suggests a healing practice, a food ritual, or a spiritual fix — listen.
But then… pause.

Ask:

Is this right for my pace?
Does this honor my past?
Is this a flood when I need a stream?

🌱 Start Small. Go Slow. Don’t Overturn Your World Overnight.

Your body is not a trend to hack.
It’s a landscape to understand.

Take advice, take inspiration — yes.
But don’t bulldoze your entire life overnight. That overwhelm?
It’s why so many start strong, then quit.
Because they rushed to follow, instead of learning to adapt.

“If one tulsi tea helps, you don’t need five.
If one sun salutation feels right, you don’t need fifty.”

Understand first, then begin. Begin small, then walk.
Let your body trust you again.

🌸 Your Pace Is Sacred

Some see results in days.
Others — months.
And for a few — it takes years.

But here’s the secret:
If you give your body the right inputs — something is happening.
You may not feel it yet, but your body is listening, shifting, responding.
Not all healing makes noise.

So as long as there’s no harm — continue.
Let time and patience do their invisible work.
But never — ever — cross the line of balance.

“Too little and nothing grows.
Too much and everything drowns.”

🕊️ A Bhuangan Thought to Carry:

“Even sacred things, when overdone, become burdens.
True wellness is knowing how much, when, and why.”

So next time someone offers you a practice, a mantra, a diet, or a lifestyle:
👉🏽 Don’t reject it.
👉🏽 Don’t copy it blindly.

Reflect. Adjust. Listen. And then, if it feels right, begin. Slowly. Gently. With respect.

Because your body is not slow.
It is sacred.
And sacred things take time.

🌿 If this resonates…

Stick around.
And follow us on Instagram — where we explore rituals that are rooted, real, and ready to meet you where you are.

Let’s grow — together — in balance.