My Musings – Not your ordinary tales

The Mountain Doesn’t Care. That’s the Point.

You can plan your day down to the last detail—wake-up time, pace, weather window, snack breaks—and the mountain will still do what it wants. It took me a few treks to stop taking that personally. In the beginning, I’d get thrown off by the smallest shift—rain an hour early, energy dips that didn’t match my timing, trails that looked nothing like the ones I’d studied. I thought if I just prepared harder, I could predict the experience. Make it neat. Keep it under control. But the mountains aren’t interested in my checklists. They’re not …

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When the Mountain Let Me Pass

There’s a moment I return to often—not because it was dramatic, but because it stripped me of every idea I had about strength. The Bhrigu Lake trek wasn’t supposed to be hard. The trail notes called it “moderate.” No death-defying ledges. No ice patches. Just a soft, promising trail through pine forests and wide-open meadows. I packed light—on gear and on expectations. But altitude doesn’t care what you pack. Somewhere after the first climb, my breath tightened. Not tired-tight. Something-is-off tight. My legs dragged. My thoughts …

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You Don’t Owe the World a Performance

In a grocery store checkout line, I apologized to a woman who hadn’t even acknowledged me. Not because I was in the way—just because I was there. That reflexive "Sorry" didn’t come from manners. It came from habit. A quiet, conditioned surrender. This is what it means to perform: to constantly manage your presence so you don’t offend by existing. Not to gain praise, but to avoid being seen as too much. Anxiety doesn’t shout. It edits. It rewrites posture, tone, even silence. You can breeze through the day—emails done, meetings handled, …

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Nobody Teaches You How to Come Back

Growth is an oddly quiet affair.Not silent like a mountain top or a spa commercial.Quiet like a room after someone has left. You think you’ll feel lighter, but what shows up first is the echo—of old roles,of things unsaid,of laughter that now sounds rehearsed in your memory. The real shift isn’t when you start saying no.It’s when you stop over-explaining the yes. Suddenly, people don’t know where to place you.You’re no longer the cushion they leaned on or the backstage manager who kept everyone else's chaos in check. You’re not …

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Reclaiming Self: The Quiet Revolution

The first time I stood in my kitchen and didn’t rush to answer a text, something shifted. The stove was on. My tea was boiling. My name wasn’t being called, and no crisis had arrived. But my phone buzzed, and I didn’t flinch. Not because I was being strong or strategic. I was just... tired. The kind of tired that doesn’t come from lack of sleep, but from always being reachable, always available, always rearranging life like a Rubik’s Cube that only ever made other people happy. That morning, I watched the steam rise from the pan like a …

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Quietly Dangerous: What Alicia Florrick Taught Me About the Real Cost of Survival

There's a scene in The Good Wife that sticks with me. Alicia Florrick walks silently down a hallway, wine glass in hand, heels clicking firmly against marble floors. She doesn't scream or shout; her silence holds more weight than any outburst ever could. Watching her, I saw a reflection of moments I've known too well: times when silence felt safer than speaking the truth, when politeness was more valued than honesty. I've stood in hallways like that, though mine were usually less glamorous—more fluorescent-lit corporate spaces, fewer …

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