life
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“What matters is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person’s life at a given moment.” — Viktor Frankl I have been thinking about Nepal since 26 August 2026. Not just thinking about the floods. Thinking about life. About how fragile it is. About how, in a matter…
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Somewhere between the woman we were and the woman everyone expected us to become,there is a quiet space where our own voice still waits.Marriage can hold two hands together,but it should never tie two souls to the same identity. It was one of those evenings when four women sat around a table, with half-finished cups…
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“He stood like a mountain, while storms passed through him.Not because he never felt the rain,But because somewhere along the journey,He was taught that mountains don’t cry.” I have spent the last few weeks immersed in two remarkable journeys—Indra Nooyi’s My Life in Full and the biography of Ratan Tata – A life. Two extraordinary…
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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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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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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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