My relationship with time is not easy to explain. It’s strict, intense—and deeply mine. I plan my minutes. Not just my days or hours—my minutes. If something’s meant to happen at 6:00, then 6:05 is already too late. It breaks something in me. Throws me off. One missed step and the whole rhythm is out—the […]
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I talk to myself. A lot. Not in a dramatic, cinematic way—but in quiet, constant threads that run through my day. While walking, observing, pausing between meetings, or staring out the window. It’s not noise. It’s navigation. Solitude has become the space where these conversations unfold. Not the absence of people, but the presence of
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Life, at its core, is a canvas. Some choose to paint, build, and nurture it—others, unfortunately, choose to tear it apart. I have always believed that life becomes truly beautiful when we stand on the side of creation, not destruction. I’ve met people whose creativity is so abundant, they seem to live in a parallel
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When I was a young girl, my favorite hideout was treetops, where I used to sit or lie on the big branches of the neem tree for hours, dreaming. Reading fairy tales of some wonderlands. I had no dearth of time; my mother never asked me not to dream or read. My favorite storybooks were
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Life under stress feels heavy. Even the simplest things seem like burdens, and nothing feels truly joyful. But when you’re free of chronic stress—rested, light, and at peace—everything, even the most ordinary moments, begins to shine with quiet beauty. A hot summer day with a blue sky and scattered clouds. A calm evening. The gentle
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I remember when I was in school, I had no friends. My favourite time pass was to observe others—how they told their stories. I was super interested in their stories. I never told my story; by telling my story, I didn’t want to deprive myself of listening to theirs. There was something sacred about being
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Sometimes, all it takes to break the monotony is something small—something new. A shift, however minor, can offer a surprising sense of renewal. It doesn’t have to be groundbreaking or expensive. Even trying a new recipe, wearing a color you never thought would suit you, or watching a movie in a genre you typically avoid
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People often ask me, “Why do you write about every day, ordinary things?”And I smile. Because to me, the ordinary is not so ordinary. I write about the smell of freshly brewed coffee.About the quiet warmth of a morning sun slipping through the window.About the sound of laughter from the next room, or the clinking
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Night was my favourite time of the day when I was young. This was the time to watch the moon, stars, sky, and feel the wind blowing. I used to sleep under the sky on my rooftop. Used to go early to sleep to avoid all the hustle and bustle after evening, and lie down
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I wake up each morning with a quiet excitement — not because something grand is planned, but because I get to live today. There is something sacred in knowing that I will move through this day with open eyes, an open heart, and the promise that by evening, I’ll sit down to write about it.
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