mental-health
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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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“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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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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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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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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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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