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Finding Stillness in a Chaotic World
There is a specific kind of stillness that comes when you realize the pavement has run out. For years, life has been a series of horizons—one after the other, chased with a frantic energy. We plan, we build, we argue with fate, and we treat sleep as a temporary interruption. But lately, the light has changed. The shadows are longer, and the road beneath my feet feels less like a path and more…
The Power of Silence in Emotional Healing
There is a certain threshold for pain where the human voice simply fails. We often mistake noise for the depth of emotion, but the most profound shifts in our lives usually happen in total, heavy silence. The Quietude of Great Sorrow In Punjabi, there is a saying that roughly translates to: “A person cries in small sorrows; in great sorrow, they fall silent.” It’s a hauntingly accurate…
Understanding Emotional Exhaustion: A Reflection on Life and Death
There is a specific kind of exhaustion that has nothing to do with sleep. It’s the realization that you’ve been attending your own wake for years, nodding politely at the guests, and making small talk while your internal spark has long since been snuffed out. The text poses a chilling question: What happens when Death finally arrives to collect a debt that has already been paid? The Thief Who…
Embracing Life: Arrive Late, In Love, A Little Drunk
“I hope to arrive at my death late, in love, and a little drunk.”— Atticus There is a kind of person who reads this line and laughs. And there is a kind of person who reads it and quietly sets their phone down, stares at the ceiling, and feels something shift behind their ribs. If you’re still here—if you didn’t scroll past—you are the second kind. And so am I. We spend so much of our lives…
It's a Slow Death, Isn't It?
Most people think relationships end in a single, explosive moment — a slammed door, a final “it’s over.” But that’s rarely how it actually happens. Interest doesn’t vanish. It erodes. It’s a slow, quiet thinning of the cord until there’s simply nothing left to hold onto. I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on this — looking back at the moments where the silence felt heavier than the words. And…
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The Anatomy of a Midnight Goodbye: Jawad Sheikh’s "Bhool Jaon"
There is a specific kind of silence that only exists at 3:00 AM—the heavy, static-filled quiet of a phone call where everything has been said, yet nothing is resolved. In his viral ghazal, “Bhool Jaon,” Jawad Sheikh bridges the gap between the centuries-old tradition of Urdu poetry and the cold, digital reality of the modern “no-contact” rule. The poem isn’t just a lament; it’s a transcript of a…
Understanding Karma Through a Spiritual Lens
I sat on a weathered wooden bench outside the hospital, the air still smelling faintly of antiseptic. My throat felt like a distant memory after the endoscopy, and the world was slowly coming back into focus. It was late afternoon, and the sun was hanging low, casting a fierce, golden glare that hit me square in the chest. I reached for my phone, put in my earbuds, and hit play. Spotify shuffled…
The Art of Living Freely: A Vagabond's Perspective
I’ve been in the UAE since 2007. Long enough for this place to stop being “abroad” and start being home. Long enough to build, rebuild, grow roots, create networks, watch skylines change, and seasons of life shift. And yet—somewhere inside—I’ve always been a vagabond. Not the lost kind.Not the irresponsible kind.The free kind. There’s a difference. Being a vagabond, for me, doesn’t mean…
The Great Keema Matar Betrayal
So here’s me. 48 hours ago, I was bravely surviving on liquids like some kind of spiritual detox influencer. Except this wasn’t wellness—this was post-endoplasty with one band installed. 🫠 The doctor said:“Liquid diet for 48 hours.” Me: Fine. I am strong. I am resilient. I am basically soup now. Then came the magical words:“You can now start semi-liquids.” And suddenly I felt like I’d been…
The 0.1% Void: Why Success Doesn't Always Feel Like Victory
We spend our lives building a blueprint. We map out the career, the city, the milestones, and the material acquisitions. We are told that once we reach the “Golden Gate” of our ambitions, the view will be worth the climb.But lately, I’ve been reflecting on a question that haunts many of us who have checked all the boxes: Why does it feel like something is still missing? The Paradox of…
Stop Waiting: Express What Matters Today
In my professional life, I deal with data, strategy, and “the next big thing.” But lately, I’ve been reflecting on a different kind of currency: the unspoken word. We often live our lives under the illusion of infinite time. We tell ourselves that we’ll call home tomorrow, that we’ll express our gratitude next week, or that we’ll finally tell someone how much they mean to us once the “perfect…
The Weight We Carry: Finding Light in the Shadows of Ambition
We’ve all been there. It’s 3:00 AM; the world is silent, but your mind is a stadium of noise. You’re staring at the ceiling, the sheets are damp from a cold sweat, and that familiar, gnawing companion—anxiety—is sitting heavy on your chest. In a world that demands constant “hustle,” we often forget the human cost of our ambitions. I recently found myself reflecting on this through a series of…
Why Rocks Would Envy Your Worst Day
I saw a video today that stopped me mid-scroll. It wasn’t a travel vlog or a productivity hack; it was just a guy sitting at a table, talking about a rock. He posed a question that’s been rattling around my brain ever since: If you told a stone it could experience five minutes of human life—but only the worst, most painful five minutes—would it take the deal? His answer? The rock would fight…
The Invisible Death: Recognizing Internal Struggle
We’ve mistaken ‘breathing’ for ‘living’ for far too long. We’re taught to think of death as a finale—a loud, dramatic event marked by a sudden stop, a ceremony, and a collective outpouring of grief. We have rituals for it because we can see it. But lately, I’ve been reflecting on a different kind of passing. One that doesn’t make the news or merit a funeral, but is no less devastating. It’s…
At 21, I wanted to conquer the world. At 51, I just want to understand it. What if you could sit at a table with every version of yourself?
Dare to Dream: Embracing Life Beyond Comfort Zones
One day, you will look back. The view from that future point will be crystal clear. And in that moment, you will answer one question with your entire life’s evidence: Am I proud of this? Or will you be haunted by a different, quieter ghost? The ghost of what could have been. The career that called your name, but you never answered. The risk that pulsed with life, but you deemed too dangerous.…
The Courage to Let Go: Embracing Life's Kites
There’s a particular kind of ache that comes not from losing something suddenly, but from the slow, draining realization that you must be the one to let it go. The other day, I was reminded of a simple, profound truth while watching an old Hindi verse float through my memory: “Bahut door nikal gayi thi meri patang,mujhe dhaga todna hi thik laga,samet’ta to aur ulajh jata.” (My kite had flown…