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I don’t remember when my life stopped belonging to me. Maybe it happened the day I took my first corporate job.Maybe the day I got my first promotion.Or maybe the day I convinced myself that running was the only way to survive. In my adult life , every day morning started the same way—the alarm…
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Today morning as I sat in my quiet apartment, my hands trembling as I sipped on a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. My thoughts raced back to the moment I received the call from my father last Friday. It had been a typical day—work deadlines, meetings, and the humdrum of daily…
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Self-Forgiveness Two years back on my 42nd birthday, as I sat alone in my favourite corner of the coffee shop, staring at the delicate pattern of froth on my Irish coffee and its beans. The usual throng of well-wishers and obligatory birthday messages had come and gone, leaving me in a state of uneasy contemplation.…
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