As I stand here, somewhere in the space between everything I’ve done and everything that’s about to begin, I keep returning to this image of a rocket completing its last orbit. It’s still circling, steady and familiar, but deep down, it knows it’s close to breaking free. That’s how this moment feels; not like an … Crossing Over.
It was a random Monday morning in March. The clock said 5am. The AC temperature was 25°C. Windows were covered with dark curtains and no light was coming in. I was sitting on the side of my bed, staring at the wall in front of me. What was I thinking about? I was not thinking, … Designing the Room, Not the Candle
What the F*ck Do I Do Now? I asked myself that question again. Not for the first time. Not for the tenth. More times than I could count. And it wasn’t about anything dramatic or life-changing—it wasn’t about work or relationships or some make-or-break decision. It was just about what the hell to do after … Playing With Freedom—Unfiltered Discoveries of a 20-Year-Old
I watch myself like a security camera, zooming in on every flaw, replaying every mistake, as if self-surveillance could make me better While preparing for this blog, we were tasked with an exercise: to list all the questions we often ponder upon and choose the one that resonates most deeply with us to write about. … Understanding My Irrational Self-Critic
In August I decided to venture away from the familiar comforts of home to pursue a degree that promised to be ‘different’. With an acceptance letter from Symbiosis Noida, just a stone’s throw away, the choice to shift to Pune for the UG-MED program was not without its doubts and uncertainties. However, I was drawn … Just Do It.
It was one of those evenings where I found myself surrounded by people—they were laughing, sharing stories about their lives, and expressing their opinions. I was there physically, sitting among them, but mentally, I was somewhere else. My mind was busy, overthinking about what I should say and how I should act. What if I … Who the hell am I?
I want to be fit. I want to travel. I want to trek. I want to explore the city. I want to write. I want to draw. But I don’t. I keep thinking I will do this and do that. But it doesn’t happen. I am at a place in life where I come by … Waves don’t die