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The pause that lasted a second too long. The “I’m fine” that didn’t sound fine. The meeting that went quiet when one per...
07/10/2026

The pause that lasted a second too long. The “I’m fine” that didn’t sound fine. The meeting that went quiet when one person walked in.

Most people only hear what’s said. Some people pick up on what’s not being said, and they’ve probably been told they’re “too sensitive” for it.

But that isn’t overthinking. It’s awareness, and it’s the skill behind great leaders, friends, and partners. The ones who read the room don’t need the loudest voice in it. 🌙

💬 When did you last sense something was off before anyone told you? Tell me below 👇

🔁 Share this with someone who always reads the room.
💾 Save it for the days you doubt your instincts.

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04/10/2026

It made the doodler in me want to reach for my colours and leave a little more room for play.

What colour would you borrow from this sky? 🌇

Much love,
Jubilant Jas

The moment before the butter browns. A leaf still attached to its stem. A taste I think I already know.I wrote this whil...
28/09/2026

The moment before the butter browns. A leaf still attached to its stem. A taste I think I already know.

I wrote this while thinking about how we carry the memory of bitterness and how warmth can still surprise us.

Read it slowly.

Guess in the comments.

What do you think this leaf is? 🍃

— Jasbirr Grover

26/09/2026

I added colour to this window few weeks being sick and sad to change my mood without waiting for a festival. The same window some days it frames sunshine, some days a rainbow needed all love and tonight, the moon. ☀️🌈🌙

Life changes seasons too, often without asking if I’m ready. When things feel tense, I look up and ask the universe, “Show me more.”

It answered, “Tune in to your inner radio. Hear what it wants to play.”

“Jo hukum, mere aaka!” I said. 😄

And there it is and I turned the music up and this song joined the frequency of its own moon fm with bronchitis playing its own notes✨😂

What’s playing on your inner radio?

Who decided that dreams, goals and writing need a perfectly curated desk?Mine often begin like this: notebooks piled on ...
26/09/2026

Who decided that dreams, goals and writing need a perfectly curated desk?

Mine often begin like this: notebooks piled on top of each other, pens that don’t match, pages out of order, and a mind that keeps circling back to the page anyway.

Some days I write at a desk. Most days, I write wherever I land: on the sofa, on the floor, surrounded by half-finished notebooks. I’ve stopped apologising for it. This is what the work looks like while it’s happening.

And when I look up from the pages, I often find a crow or raven 🐦‍⬛ outside my window. I wish I had more energy to share more about my little journey with them. They’ve sometimes appeared just when I’ve asked the universe for a sign. Yet the moment I move closer to window despite far distant to take a photo, they seem to say, “Privacy, please,” and fly away. 🐦‍⬛

For now, I’ll sit wherever I can, keep writing, and remember to look up from the page now and then. ✨📓

Long post… Last Week Recap 🌈🌙☀️After a long pause, on Thursday I finally looked outside.Still recovering. Still coughing...
21/09/2026

Long post… Last Week Recap 🌈🌙☀️

After a long pause, on Thursday I finally looked outside.

Still recovering. Still coughing. But after days indoors, my soul said:

“No more inside.”

Thursday brought a rainbow. 🌈

Friday brought rainy Manchester, but also creativity, conversations and connection in a room full of people sharing their work and ideas. I returned inspired… and unfortunately with another fever. 🤧

Saturday, after a sleepless night, I finally fell asleep around 11am—only to wake at 1:15pm for a poetry event I had already committed to.

WHATTTT?! 😂

One voice said, You’re ill. You’re late. Stay home.

The other simply said, Just GO.

By 1:35pm, I was at Welcoming the Moon 🌙a beautiful cross-cultural poetry and arts gathering filled with lanterns, poetry, an audio poem, our zine and a touching shadow-puppet story.

And I got to read the poem I had written for the collection:

“One Moon, Many Reflections.” ❤️🌙

Then came Sunday and another beautiful moment of alignment and synchronicity.

I had been writing to Krishna—Madho, as I lovingly call my best friend with no idea that a Krishna Yatra would be coming to Peace Garden nearby that afternoon as I always poured my heart on papers with pens.

I discovered it that very day and somehow found myself there. 🪷

The first thing to catch my attention was Krishna and Balaram, almost as though they were already waiting to welcome me as I have been searching discussing about them and this idol.

The an elderly women owner of the shop told me she is from Italy and simply asked:

“Are you from Punjab?”

She had travelled to India and visited the Golden Temple.

And suddenly this whole weekend felt connected—creativity, poetry, Krishna, faith, Punjab, culture and strangers becoming connected through stories.

🌈 Thursday brought a rainbow.
✨ Friday brought creativity.
🌙 Saturday brought poetry and the moon.
🪷 Sunday brought Krishna, Punjab and alignment.

Still recovering. Still coughing. But slowly stepping back into life.

Now, let’s see what this new week brings. ☀️❤️

16/09/2026

A reflection from this time last year…..but I wanted to sing again👀 this time too🥺 I will sing again for sure soon…

Looking back at myself then not knowing how things would work out, carrying so many questions and having no one who could really give me the answers—today, I can only smile.
In those rough and uncertain moments, I often found myself sitting beside these waters. While others were busy with parties, plans and whatever felt important in their own lives, the river quietly became my companion—asking nothing of me, yet giving me so much. Whenever I arrived drained, I somehow left with a little more energy, a little more hope, and the same gentle reminder again and again.

Perhaps some of the truest lifelong friendships we make are not always human. Sometimes they are with a river, a tree, the wind, a mountains, piece of nature that simply stays, listens without judgement, no competition and teaches us how to keep flowing.

Trust the process.
Go with the flow of life.
You may not know where you are going yet,
but trust that you are being carried towards where you are meant to be.
Life knows where it is taking you.

So much has changed in a year. And looking back now, I feel incredibly happy, grateful and proud of the journey.

Right now, while recovering from acute bronchitis, I found myself listening to my own voice from that day a little song I sang just for myself, with the wind, river and nature of Sheffield singing along in the background.

And the message was beautifully simple:

Just love.
Love yourself.
Love where you are.
Just Trust The Flow Of Life Like River.
Love the journey even when you don’t yet know where it is taking you.

Maybe we aren’t meant to have all the answers immediately. Sometimes we simply have to keep walking, keep becoming—and one day look back and realise how beautifully some of the dots connected. ❤️

Sometimes life doesn’t give us the answers when we ask the questions. Sometimes we have to live our way into them. ❤️

Now a little challenge for my Sheffield people 👀
Who can tell me where in Sheffield this is? And bonus points if you can name the water flowing here.

I know the answer…

Who am I becoming? 🌱Not professionally.Not by title.Not by what I own, achieve or accomplish.But as a human being.A litt...
12/09/2026

Who am I becoming? 🌱

Not professionally.
Not by title.
Not by what I own, achieve or accomplish.

But as a human being.

A little more aware?
A little braver?
A little kinder?
More creative?
More grateful?

I’ve been thinking about how easily we introduce ourselves through what we do, rather than who we are.

So I picked up my pen and doodled the thought. ✍️

Because sometimes my words become poems.
Sometimes they become stories.
And sometimes they simply wander across a page as imperfect little lines.

This one became my A–Z of Becoming.

A reminder that becoming doesn’t always mean achieving more.

Sometimes becoming means unlearning.
Softening.
Questioning.
Creating.
Trusting.
Returning to yourself.

And perhaps leaving a little more room for the Divine to work through you. ✨

I’m still becoming.

And I hope I always will be.

If you had to choose ONE word for who you are becoming right now, what would it be?

Mine? ________. 🌱

What’s meant for you hasn’t missed you it’s still finding its way. ✨ Trust divine timing, keep the faith, and believe th...
20/07/2026

What’s meant for you hasn’t missed you it’s still finding its way. ✨ Trust divine timing, keep the faith, and believe that what is aligned with you will arrive at the right time. ❤️

If you were seeking a sign from the universe, this is it. Comment “ME” if you claim it. 🫶🏽✨

Jasbirr Grover

Some people may leave this world too early,but they never leave our hearts. ❤️Love remembers.Soul remain in thoughts eve...
17/07/2026

Some people may leave this world too early,but they never leave our hearts. ❤️
Love remembers.Soul remain in thoughts even in life changing junctions
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