The Next Turn Is Right
Last year, on my birthday, there was no cake. Work had swallowed both of us. I didn’t ask for one, and the kid inside me sulked quietly, waiting for a…
The Liar’s Tears
It was extremely dark. I couldn’t even see my shadow, but I walked straight ahead. In our village, they say a shadow is the only friend who never leaves you…
The Happiness Project :Out of budget
After badminton, I went to the beach instead of going home. There, a stranger told me how he had rescued impossible projects alone — yet admitted he was unhappy at home. It made me wonder: we staff, fund, and estimate every important project. Why do we leave happiness unplanned?
Chains We Agree Not to Name: A Story about Slaves and Masters
At twelve, Arun asked his teacher a question that earned him a slap. At seventy-five, on his deathbed, he was still answering it.
The Night Oslo Taught Me How to Lose with Grace
Something in me shifted watching that final whistle — a whole country erupting like one big family. It wasn't enough to watch anymore; I wanted to feel it live. Oslo was only 600 km away, so the thought barely had time to become a question before it became a plan.
The Happy Places
We spend our lives searching for happy places, but they were never places at all. They are people—the ones who accept us without judgment, who speak loudest in silence, and who, for a little while, colour our whole world.
The Small Death On A Saturday Afternoon
It was a Saturday afternoon, sometime after lunch. I had reached a point in my life where, outside of work, there was nothing left that truly belonged to me. Productivity,…
Learning to Let Go Beautifully…
Every year, for almost the last fifteen years, I have written a paragraph about what the year taught me. This year, I learned the most beautiful theory of life—the art…
The light that walks away!
Life and the purpose of life through the eyes of a dog.Life is simple through my eyes. I wake up grateful for the warmth of the sun, the sound of footsteps I recognize, and the promise of food and affection. I do not question yesterday, nor do I worry about tomorrow. My purpose is not hidden in grand plans or distant dreams—it lives in loyalty, presence, and waiting. I wait without resentment. I forgive without effort. When you leave, I believe you will return. When you are silent, I sit beside you. I do not measure life in achievements but in moments: a gentle touch, a familiar voice, a shared walk. If love exists without conditions, then that is life’s purpose. And if living fully in the present is wisdom, then I have already mastered it.
In the Middle of a Journey
The story of fear and surviaval, life begins when we starts to accept fear and willing to face it...