life
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There is a version of me that wakes up before the world does. It usually shows up on Sundays. Without an alarm, without resistance, without that heaviness behind the eyes—I open them around 4:30 or 5:00 am. The air feels different. Quiet. Almost like life has paused just for a moment. My mind is clear,…
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There are moments in life that arrive quietly, without announcement, yet leave behind a deep and lasting echo. Yesterday was one such moment for me. I met a dear friend of mine—someone I deeply respect—not just for his professional achievements, but for the way he carries himself as a human being. I’ll call him KY.…
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At 45, I often feel like I have lived multiple emotional lifetimes within a single body. There have been years of fire—anger, ambition, restlessness. Years of fog—confusion, loneliness, overthinking. And then, surprisingly, phases of stillness, where everything feels quietly under control. For the longest time, I believed these emotional waves defined me. That I was…
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There is a certain silence that comes with age. Not the peaceful kind you find in temples or early mornings, but a quieter, heavier one—the kind that sits beside you and asks questions you avoided answering when life was louder. At forty-five, I have started noticing that silence more often. It comes to me in…
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In the span of four years, I lost two friends.Not just friends—anchors, protectors, the kind of men who filled a room with laughter and made you feel that nothing could go wrong as long as they were around. Som… and now Piyush. And somewhere between their laughter and their silence, I am left with one…
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Few months back, I attended a professional get-together. It was one of those evenings where everyone looked accomplished, conversations floated in clusters, and most of us were strangers politely navigating introductions. I stood there, holding my glass of wine, smiling at familiar strangers, feeling that subtle social hesitation we all feel when we don’t quite…
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I still remember the day I made that hiring decision. It wasn’t a day of confidence. It was a day of pressure. The position had been vacant for weeks. Targets were quietly accumulating into a silent accusation. Every morning review reminded me not of what we had achieved, but of what we hadn’t. Numbers don’t…
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I have waited for the right time more often than I can count. The right time to speak.The right time to reach out.The right time to say, this is how I feel about you. So many moments of my life were spent holding something precious inside me—something tender, fragile, and alive—because I was afraid that…
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We were sitting in silence in my balcony , and sharing a cup , when he finally spoke. “You know,” he said, not looking at me, “some stories don’t end when the case ends. They just… settle inside people.” I looked at him. After all these years, he still knew exactly where to press. “You…
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I went to his office for work. That was the plan. Nothing philosophical, nothing profound—just a regular professional visit. His office, perched high above the city, reflected everything he had built: expansive glass walls, immaculate desks, screens glowing with data, assistants moving in and out with purpose. On paper, it was the definition of achievement.…
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