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Coming Home to Myself
On creative time, quiet growth, boundaries, and learning to trust the life that unfolds without force There was a time when I was enthusiastic about almost everything.Art, literature, friends, love, sex — life.It was all part of my everyday living. I used to write daily, for the blog or in my personal diary. Not to…
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Throw the stone, don’t throw yourself with it.
Become comfortable with this uncomfortableness. Do we choose our ideologies?We live them, so it feels like we do.But did we ever choose them consciously? In school, I was idealistic.I respected unconditionally.I was unapologetically patriotic. Our story becomes our normality.What we live becomes normal. For a child who is well provided, comfort is normal.For a child…
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I Live in a Collapsing Tower
What Remains When Science, Belief, and Meaning Dissolve I live in a tower that is constantly collapsing.Life has been nothing but a series of failures if you look at it in a conventional sense.From the constant chaos and turmoil of life’s events, many patterns emerge.Nature is physics — particles interacting with each other.That is the…
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The Meaning of Life Is Not What You Think — It Is What You Dare to Discover
From Borrowed Answers to Intimate Truth My life is surrounded by definitions.It is human nature to sum up everything into something familiar — something that can be labelled.I don’t live in a box, yet society wants to put me in one.Some known lenses to see through. Some reference point to gaze at and understand. Ahh,…
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Did You Sleep Well? Your Life Depends on It.
Rituals Before Inspiration When you are asleep, the mind explodes helplessly.The gates are resting, and the boundaries are blurred between real and unreal.Some nights are insightful dreams; some are nightmares.Nonetheless, the day you start largely depends on how you slept the previous night. Studies from scholars like Freud suggest that a dream is an unfulfilled…
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What Does It Mean to Live—and What Does It Mean to Be Alive?
On honesty, privacy, and the quiet difference between surviving and being I wake up at three every morning to write these blogs.I am awake and aware while my world is still sleeping. Quietly. And then life begins—at a familiar rhythm of roles, responsibilities, and identities.I make sure I am done writing before sunrise. Before accumulated…
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On Mourning What Cannot Be Kept, The Grief That Arrived Before the Loss
Trees, family, and the quiet work of letting go This house was built 25 years ago, and the year we moved in, I found a mango tree near the house.I shifted it to the vacant plot in front of the house, and our home was complete.It found a garden. Years went by, and the garden…
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The Price We Pay for Wanting the World to Be Predictable
Society, Fear, and the Illusion of Control Society is built on rewards and punishment. The moment tribes began to function as communities under authoritarian rule, corruption followed. The same is true of families. When tribes were divided into families, parents gradually took on the role of controllers. And control is almost always enforced through fear—by…
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