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If life is a miracle on earth, then a child is the miracle of life. A child is often compared to a blank slate and I would say rightly so. It creates a great opportunity but an equally bigger responsibility. A responsibility that lies on us as a society, as a community, as a family, as a parent and then as an individual. The order here is important because the process of writing is involuntary. We can only send this planet through the space of humanity but we cannot guarantee what asteroids and meteors will it attract towards itself. It is too much for one person to influence it. ...

There are days in our life which we look back at - often. They hold a special place in our psyche because they make us what we have aspired to be. It’s a day which is complete in itself. It doesn’t need the past or the future. This is a distilled version of one such day in my life. How raw can I be? We will have to see but it will be one I will look back at often. ...

It’s a fascinating subject that’s been on my mind lately—delegation versus doing it yourself. I know there are some thumb rules around it, but when you’re scaling up, or even just thinking about it, the right time to delegate can feel like a mystery. Maybe earlier is better; maybe later is. Who knows? The Art of Letting Go When you start creating systems and looking to scale, you’re essentially building ways to not have to do everything yourself. That’s a good thing—teams should be capable enough to make decisions and take the hard calls without you. But there’s always the risk of a drop in quality, or at least the perception of it. ...

Lately, I’ve been wrestling with this one idea that keeps coming back to me like an old friend (or maybe a persistent mosquito): the idea of embracing imperfection—especially as someone with ADHD, but honestly, even if you don’t have it. Let’s be real, perfectionism is a shared affliction. The Paralysis of Perfectionism For the longest time, I believed that if I had to do something, it had to be perfect. Everything pixel-perfect, all boxes checked, all questions answered—before even thinking of starting. I would wait for certainty—certainty of success, certainty of knowledge, certainty of everything. And guess what? That’s when things became paralyzing. The moment something wasn’t clear, the moment there was any ambiguity, I’d freeze. It’s like my brain went: “Nope, not going there unless we have a roadmap signed by the universe.” ...

For over a month now, I’ve been wrestling with an idea—quietly, personally, and now out loud: what does it mean to truly be friends with yourself? I don’t mean just “self-care” or “alone time” in the Pinterest-poster sense. I mean genuine companionship—with the self. Let me explain where this started. The Weight of Silence Most of us have never really been taught how to be alone—not just physically, but emotionally present without anyone around. We’re born into a society that celebrates connection and fears solitude. Of course, humans are social animals—we thrive in relationships, we grow through community. But somewhere along the line, our dependence on interaction has evolved into an aversion to stillness. ...

I’ve spoken about this before, and I feel the need to speak about it again. Some thoughts are like chronic itches—they don’t go away with one scratch. They stay with you, just beneath the surface, quietly tapping for attention. And this one is about abundance. Not money exactly—though that’s what it often translates to—but the whole relationship I have with having enough. Has it improved over the years? Yes. Am I more pragmatic now? Yes. Am I better off than before? Absolutely. ...

Earlier today, I was standing in my little garden, speaking to my plants. I asked them how they were doing—if they were struggling, if something felt off. It’s something I often do, like checking in with old friends. And somewhere in that quiet conversation, I caught myself saying, “I love you all because I brought you here.” The moment I said it, it made me pause. Did I really love them just because I brought them into my space? ...

Therapy had been a buzzword amongst some people I know and on the web. Honestly, I believed it to be a waste of time and money. I gave therapy a try first in 2021, but it was short-lived and not so great. In 2024, I again got curious about the mental health space and started paying more attention to the issues I was facing in my daily life. Things that are regular and normal, but when paid attention to, could be something deep. Some of these may even look silly at first glance, like getting angry when someone questions your choices. After 12 months of work with my therapist, I feel I’ve gained much, and there’s some inner work everyone could do. ...

As an Indian, I must say that we have our strengths, but there’s one thing that irks me so badly that I cannot overlook it - our civic sense. I will also humbly admit that I have also fallen low at times and done what everyone was doing. I need to hold myself to higher standards even when everyone around is doing the wrong thing. The situation becomes much more evident and prominent when you are outside the country. When there are other people to contrast it to, we appear so ill-mannered and inconsiderate that I feel ashamed. It’s a deep-rooted cultural issue that needs systematic improvement. A few things that I’ve noticed: ...

I’m of the strong opinion that region, religion, language, caste, race, and like are all man-made barriers. It is a barrier that gives man a sense of false control. It makes things look limited, though in reality, it is limitless. We do not want to accept that we are no more significant than a stone or a leaf; we are just happening, and that is the purpose. These are all amplified reflections of the man’s ego. His belief in the I. The idea that I am important and things that happen to me are important. If you observe a little closer, you will realize that when you love someone, it’s because of YOU in that equation. When you feel bad about something, it is because of the I in the context. To humans, it is all about I. I don’t know if this is the case with other animals or if it is only a human phenomenon, but it must also have a purpose as it is given to us. ...