mental-health
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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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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 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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I used to think ageing was about lines on the face, slower mornings, fewer nights out. Nobody told me that the real ageing happens quietly — inside the heart — in the way emotions soften, deepen, widen. Today, when I look back at the woman I was in my twenties and early thirties, I don’t…
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I never imagined that a tiny bulge between two vertebrae — L4 and L5 — would one day bring my entire life to a grinding halt. I had always been the woman who managed everything. Targets, operational work chaos, PhD research deadlines, client escalations, flights between cities, spiritual pilgrimages, friendships that needed holding, family expectations…
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The first time I noticed it was not in his words, but in his eyes. We were at a party — light music, over-enthusiastic laughter, clinking glasses to celebrate something unnamed. He was in his early fifties, casually dressed, carrying himself with the quiet compossure of a man who had learned how to survive decades…
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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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There came a moment in my relationship when I realised I was circling back to the same emotional crossroad — the same argument, the same fear, the same pattern of withdrawal or overreaction. It felt uncanny, almost scripted, like déjà vu that kept replaying with slightly different faces and words but the same emotional ache…
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“Why do you keep circling back to the same point?” my friend asked, half-annoyed, half-concerned.We were sitting at our usual café corner, both of us pretending to sip coffee but lost in our own minds. I had been talking — or rather, unloading — for an hour straight. About the things I “shouldn’t have done,”…
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Knowing who we really are is one of life’s greatest challenges. Our identities are influenced by society, education, culture, and family from an early age. However, beneath all of those exterior layers is a deeper version of ourselves, our true selves, the things that make us special. For a long time I have wondered :…
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