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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,…
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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 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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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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