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17𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙖𝙮 2026, 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮

𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮; 𝙄𝙩 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝘼 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙐𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝘼 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙄𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛; 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝘼 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪. 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘿𝙖𝙮, 𝙄 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙈𝙮 𝙊𝙬𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘼 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙣 𝘼 𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙊𝙡𝙙 𝙀𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙤 𝙐𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝙀𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘼 𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙊𝙛 𝙈𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙄 𝙃𝙖𝙙 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣. 𝙒𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝘼 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙒𝙚, 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙐𝙨. 𝘼 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝘿𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝘼 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝘼 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙒𝙚 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙤 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙮, 𝙒𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢. “𝙏𝙤 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙊𝙬𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝘽𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙚,” 𝙀𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙒𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣. 𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝘼 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙄𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮; 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝘼𝙩 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙤 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙄𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝘽𝙮 𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙊𝙬𝙣 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙒𝙚 𝙂𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙏𝙤 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚. 𝙄 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙋𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝘼𝙣 𝙀𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 𝘾𝙪𝙥, 𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙈𝙮 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡, 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙁𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙, 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙊𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄𝙨 𝘼 𝘾𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙄𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝘽𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘼 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙤 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙔𝙚𝙩, 𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙎𝙤 𝙊𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙐𝙨, 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝘼 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙏𝙤 𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙚, 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙏𝙤 𝘼𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙚. 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙄𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝘼 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚; 𝙄𝙩 𝙄𝙨 𝘼 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩, 𝙐𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙢 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙏𝙤 𝘽𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙁𝙚𝙡𝙩. 𝙎𝙤 𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘼 𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘼 𝘿𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙄 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙏𝙤 𝙍𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙏𝙤 𝙈𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙏𝙤 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙮 𝙊𝙬𝙣 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙄 𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. 𝙏𝙤 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙏𝙤 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙏𝙤 𝙀𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩, 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙡, 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙅𝙤𝙮 𝙊𝙛 𝘽𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙣𝙙, 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙉𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝘼𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. “𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙄𝙩 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝘼 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙄𝙛 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙬𝙣 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡.”

[drgeetsthakkar]

16 May 2026

The Storm Behind My Silence

Some Days Do Not Exhaust You Physically.

They Exhaust You Emotionally.

Today Was One Of Those Days.

The Entire Day Went Into Planning Season 9 Of Perfect Mrs. India Happening On 30th August.

Sponsors, Partnerships, Agreements, Contracts, Forms, Endless Documents…

Everything Needed Attention. Everything Needed Me To Stay Strong, Focused, And Present.

And I Did.

But Somewhere Between All The Professional Conversations, I Realised How Much A Human Being Can Carry Silently.

Life Feels So Similar To Investment.

Not Just Financially, But Emotionally Too.

We Invest Time Into People.

We Invest Energy Into Dreams.

We Invest Faith Into Relationships.

We Invest Silence Into Pain.

And Sometimes We Keep Waiting For Returns That Never Arrive The Way We Imagined.

People Often Think Silence Means Peace.

But Sometimes Silence Is Just A Person Trying Very Hard Not To Break Down In Front Of The World.

I Have Become Quieter These Days.

Not Because I Have Nothing To Say, But Because Some Feelings Become Too Deep For Words.

Inside Me Exists A Storm Of Thoughts, Emotions, Responsibilities, Questions, And Unspoken Battles.

Yet The World Only Sees The Calm Face, The Working Woman, The Strong Personality.

Maybe That Is What Growing Up Truly Is.

Learning How To Carry Heavy Emotions Gracefully While Still Showing Up For Your Responsibilities.

And Even After Everything, Somewhere Deep Inside, I Still Believe In Freedom…

Freedom To Feel.

Freedom To Heal.

Freedom To Become The Person Life Is Slowly Shaping Me Into.

Quote:

“Some Hearts Learn To Stay Silent Not Because They Feel Less, But Because They Feel Everything Too Deeply.”

[drgeetsthakkar]

The Evening That Found Me Again

Today I Have Hardly Been Going Out These Days. Rarely, I Step Out. So Deciding To Go To The Garden In The Evening Already Felt Like A Small Change For Me.

I Went Around 6:20 To 6:30 Pm, Just To Complete My Steps, Breathe A Little, And Be With Myself For A While. I Walked There For More Than Half An Hour. I Was In My Own Space With My Earphones On, Quietly Moving And Observing Nothing In Particular, Just Existing In The Moment.

At One Point I Noticed A Middle Aged Man Watching Me Again And Again. I Did Not React And Continued Walking.

When I Was About To Leave, He Called Out “Hello, Hello.” I Removed My Earphones And Responded. He Asked If I Was Geet.

It Felt Unexpected. I Said Yes, And Asked Him How He Knew Me. He Said His Name Was Nasir.

Slowly, I Remembered Him. He Was Once A Well Known Figure In Bodybuilding, The First Mr India Of His Time, Someone I Had Met Many Years Ago.

As We Walked A Little, He Suddenly Recognized Me More Deeply And Said, “You Are My Jacket Girl.” He Said I Have Always Been Seen In Jackets, And He Was Surprised To See Me Today In Salwar Kurti And Dupatta, In A Traditional Indian Attire. There Was A Kind Of Familiar Shock In His Voice, As If He Was Comparing Time Between Then And Now.

As We Continued Walking, He Spoke About His Life, His Responsibilities, And How Much Life Has Changed For Him. His Wife Has Been Paralyzed For The Last Three Years, And He Has Left His Job To Take Full Time Care Of Her. He Also Spoke About His Three Daughters, Whom He Carries Deeply In His Heart And Lives For Every Single Day.

In Between His Words, He Asked Me Personal Questions Too. He Asked If I Had Married, And Why I Was Still Alone, And Whether I Was Looking For A Partner. He Said Life Is Meant To Be Lived Fully, And That We Should Not Close Ourselves Off For Too Long. I Did Not Answer Immediately. It Touched A Very Quiet And Sensitive Space Inside Me.

I Told Him About My Brother’s Passing And How I Have Been In Grief For The Last Two And A Half Years. How I Am Still Trying To Find My Way Back To Normal Life.

He Listened And Spoke With His Own Understanding Of Pain. Even While Carrying His Own Heavy Responsibilities, He Still Chose To Encourage Me. He Told Me To Come To The Garden At Least Three Times A Week, To Meet People, To Not Isolate Myself, And Slowly Reconnect With Life Again.

After This, Something Else Happened That Stayed With Me Deeply.

I Did Not Directly Go Home After Leaving The Garden. On My Way Back, I Saw My Nephews Standing Outside The Gate Holding The Car Keys. They Asked Me Gently To Sit In The Car Without Many Questions. They Took Me Out, Gave Me Simple Street Food Like Bhel, And Just Spent Time With Me.

There Was No Loud Conversation, No Explanation, Just A Silent Understanding. They Somehow Knew I Was Not Feeling Fully Okay, And They Chose Care Without Making It Heavy. That Kind Of Quiet Love Felt Very Strong.

When I Finally Came Home, I Was Calm, Not Speaking Much. I Only Briefly Told Them I Had Met Nasir In The Garden.

The Evening Ended In A Very Unexpected Way. Nothing Was Planned, Nothing Was Announced, But Life Kept Placing Small Moments Of Connection One After Another.

It Felt Like The Day Was Holding Me, Even When I Was Not Holding Myself Fully.

I Do Not Have Conclusions Today. But I Do Have Awareness. That Even In Silence, Life Finds Ways To Reach Us Through People Who Care, Through Strangers Who Speak, And Through Family Who Understand Without Words.

Sometimes Healing Does Not Arrive As Change, But As People Who Refuse To Let You Disappear Into Silence.

Dr Geet S Thakkar

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