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I wonder if we built cities… or prisons within ourselves. 46years, it sounds like just a number until you stand at this bend of life and quietly look back. You don’t count birthdays anymore. You count conversations that stayed unfinished. Friendships that slowly disappeared without ever ending. Smiles that became formal. People who remained in…
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I’ve always believed that conversations reveal more about people than introductions ever can. Perhaps that’s why I write. I’ve spent years writing about love—its beauty, its silences, its heartbreaks, and the strange ways it transforms us. My book may have been about love, but somewhere along the journey, I realized that love isn’t just between…
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Some conversations stay with you long after they end. Not because of the words spoken. But because of the energy they leave behind. One such conversation happened on an evening at my friend Suni’s kitchen table, just a few days after her return from Kailash Mansarovar. The kettle had just whistled. Two cups of ginger…
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At 45, after watching marriages around me, listening to countless stories, and quietly observing families, friends, colleagues, and even my own journey through life, I have arrived at a conclusion that may sound controversial. I no longer believe marriage is failing because people have stopped believing in love. I think marriage is struggling because we…
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For the longest time, I thought abundance had a price tag attached to it. I believed it lived in bigger houses, luxury cars, overflowing bank accounts — a life where every problem could be solved by spending money. I worked hard, planned harder, and measured success through numbers. And honestly, there is nothing wrong with…
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At 46, when I look back at the girl I was at 22, I do not see immaturity first.I see innocence.I see conditioning.I see a young woman trying very hard to become “a good wife” before she had even understood what safety in love was supposed to feel like. And these past few days, while…
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There is a very painful kind of relationship conflict that nobody really sees from outside. No shouting.No dramatic betrayal.No visible toxicity. Just a woman silently fighting her own mind every single day while trying to love someone wholeheartedly. She loves him.She genuinely does. She wants to believe him when he says,“I am there for you.”She…
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Usually, I write about emotions — the invisible storms people carry within themselves.About loneliness, overthinking, healing, longing, and the quiet wars that shape us internally. But today feels different. Today, I want to write about something far less discussed, yet far more dominant in most of our lives — work. That one quadrant of life…
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Early mornings at the airport have a strange kind of honesty.Maybe it is the silence before the world fully wakes up.Maybe it is the tired faces, half-finished conversations, or people carrying entire lives inside cabin bags while pretending everything is under control. I was wandering through the bookstore at the Hyderabad airport, coffee in hand,…
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Yesterday, I was blank whole day, it feels wierd as almost no thoughts occupied my mind, and if there is one thing that defined the first forty years of my life, it was overthinking. Not the occasional worrying kind. I mean relentless, exhausting, looping thoughts—scenarios built upon scenarios, conversations rehearsed endlessly, fears magnified, hopes exaggerated.…
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