I thought the hardest part of walking away was the leaving itself. That moment when you turn your back, hands shaking, stomach twisted, hoping someone will stop you. But that’s not it. The hardest part isn’t leaving. It’s everything that comes after. No one warns you about the silence. It’s deafening at first. When those first few steps are taken alone, the world doesn’t immediately rush in to fill the space left behind. There’s just an empty stretch ahead, filled with uncertainty, and the crushing realization that no one is coming to …
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The Weight I Mistook for Mine
When I was little, I thought if I tried hard enough, I could fix everything. I could be the glue that held things together. The steady force that made life better. The one who solved the problems that were never really mine to solve. So I worked. I studied. I did everything right. I climbed higher, pushed harder, sacrificed more. Because I believed in a simple equation: if I succeed, things will be okay. But no one tells you what happens when you win the wrong game. No one tells you that people who hand you their burdens won’t …
The Fight No One Talks On
I remember one damp evening when the silence in a cramped room felt so heavy, it nearly broke me. There were no punches thrown—just the raw, stubborn struggle of sitting with someone’s pain. It wasn’t a grand battle scene, just a small, ordinary moment that demanded everything I had. For the longest time, I dodged discomfort like it was an awkward neighbor. In a world that never stops talking, every pause feels like a mistake—a gap where you’re expected to leap into action, to fix, to distract. I became so good at solving problems that I’d …
Follow What Makes You Forget to Eat
At ten, quitting was simple. If something stopped being fun, I dropped it. No second-guessing. No pep talks. Just a clean break and on to the next thing. Then adulthood arrived with its exhausting rules. Push through. Be disciplined. Don't quit just because it’s hard. So I did. I stuck with things long after I stopped caring. Dragged dead weight. Powered through boredom, exhaustion, even the quiet voice that whispered, This isn’t for you. But what happens when you find something so consuming that quitting never crosses your …
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The Never-Ending Loop of Almost Getting There
I break promises to myself. I make plans, get excited, see results, and then somehow end up back where I started. It’s a cycle so predictable that I could set a calendar reminder for it. Get ambitious. Do well. Push harder. Fall apart. Feel like a failure. Reset. Repeat. The worst part? I see it happening in real time, and I still let it happen. It’s frustrating to watch myself create my own misery. It’s like I’m walking in circles, wondering why I’m not getting anywhere new. And at the core of it all, I keep looking for validation. If no …
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The Odd One Who Made It Anyway
I left home at 18, alone, from a small town in Rajasthan to study in Gujarat. I wasn't the kind of student anyone expected much from. School had been a battle—supplementary exams, barely scraping through. But something clicked in college. I went from being just another student to the best computer programmer in my batch. Not because I was a natural, but because I refused to be the person my past suggested I was. Then came Chennai. Another city, another fresh start. But this time, I was different. I wasn’t the underdog anymore. I was the …
Mastering Success in 2025: Action, Patience, and Letting Go of Perfectionism
The new year always feels like a clean slate. I used to think it was the perfect time to make bold plans. But if I’m being honest, those plans often got sidetracked by distractions. One minute, I’d be ready to tackle my goals, and the next, I’d be scrolling through my phone or zoning out to the latest Netflix show. Sound familiar? For the longest time, I couldn’t break that cycle. Every year, I set grand resolutions, only to get caught up in small, short-term rewards. I felt frustrated when nothing seemed to stick. The solution didn’t come …