Up until I watched a 2008 film titled "Humboldt County" a few weeks ago, I had no idea about the "marijuana capital" of America with it's counterculture roots deeply embedded in the "back-to-the-land-movement". The film was an eye opener for me and really got me intrigued about the whole place. This interest and fascination led me to reading this well written book by Emily Brady. Image courtesy: Amazon Whatever a person's view on cannabis and it's legalization are, this book really serves as an important piece of history highlighting the struggles, risks, and turmoils faced by the cannabis farmers and traders, and how the federally illegal business become the backbone of the county's economy. The author does a pheno...
As I kept fighting dreary dreams in the middle of the night, a nocturnal fragrance woke me up from the depth of my slumber. Wanting to find the source of this scent, I embarked on an uncharted journey. I kept fumbling in the dark haze until stumbling across a mesmerizing sight. Even as the drapes of dusk covered the light, it was like twilight, this mystical sight. With it's radiance and enchanting allure, before me bloomed the Queen of the Night. As everything else stood still, stuck in time, my life felt like a riddle; perhaps a rhyme. -Rithin. After planting the Queen of the Night in her indoor garden a few years ago, my mother tended to it with the same love and care she gave her own children. It took immense patience as this type of flower only blooms one night a year. The fact that it wilts before dawn further signifies its rarity. Last night, I was fortunate enough to have woken up by the sweet fragrance of this blooming flower. I watched it da...
As the year 2025 has dawned upon us, we are flooded with "Happy New Year" texts from our loved ones and New Year wishes from our acquaintances. In a few days it will slowly fade and soon disappear. And then like clockwork, around this same time next year, there will come the resurgence of these New Year wishes. The first day or maybe even the first week of a particular year is celebrated and then pretty much swept under the rug. People often go back to their old habits and many even fail to followup with their resolutions, most of which they themselves might have forgotten by then. Each day will only come once and when it is over, there is no going back. As we are mortal beings, there clearly is a limit to the amount of days we will get to live through. In this unpredictable journey called life, tomorrow is only a hope and never a promise. It is of utmost importance that we celebrate each minute and each hour of the day. As this epiphany has dawned upon me, I'l...
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