writing
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Somewhere between a business meeting and a holiday, I began wondering whether we ever truly switch off. In past 22 years of working as a professional, as per my diary, I would have travelled 2220 (approx) days for work and would have travelled approx 220 days for leisure, sometimes to the very same cities where…
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An afternoon at a coffee shop, a boy in love, and the thousand things we never say goodbye to. I was sitting in a coffee shop across the road, nursing a cup of coffee that had long stopped being hot, watching the world move in its usual, indifferent rhythm. People hurried past the glass windows,…
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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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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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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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Usually, I write about emotions — the invisible storms people carry within themselves.About loneliness, overthinking, healing, longing, and the quiet wars that shape us internally. But today feels different. Today, I want to write about something far less discussed, yet far more dominant in most of our lives — work. That one quadrant of life…
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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,…
