And that’s when I understood what most of us are really running from. The trek ended like all treks do—dusty boots, shared trail snacks, and a group chat that no one will use. A few people were already calling cabs. One woman with her teenage son had her flight booked for the next morning. Two others were trying to catch the last ride out that same day. When I asked if they were staying for the weekend, they laughed nervously and said, "What will I do here alone? I'll get bored. I'll go mad." That conversation stuck. Not because it …
The Space Between
Raghav ignored the third message from Mira that morning. "We need to talk." He told himself he’d respond after the product sprint ended. He didn’t. He always excelled under pressure. As a product strategist in a bustling tech startup, he lived for chaos—pitching to investors, crafting timelines, fixing bugs at 2 a.m. But emotional connection? Especially with Mira? That was a system crash he never learned to debug. When Mira cried or tried to reach him, a static wall rose in his chest. His mind whispered: flee. He never shouted, but his …
The Woman Who Forgot to Want
Her name was Mira. The kind of woman people described as “supportive,” “selfless,” “a rock.” She had always been the one who made room—for others, for their dreams, for their chaos. A good partner, they’d say. A quiet achiever. The kind who never made too much noise about what she needed. Or maybe she just stopped talking about it altogether. She used to dream. Not in the grand, billboard kind of way, but in soft-focus details—late-night writing sessions with her dog at her feet, a sunlit kitchen where she’d bake bread without watching the …
Inheritance
I folded my dreams into cornerssharp enough to cut mejust so you’d have roomto unfold yours. I told myselflove is sacrifice.That shrinking is a kind of gift.That silence means strength.That maybe you'd noticethe ache in my absence. But you didn’t.You walked lighter,because I carried what you wouldn’t. I stopped asking.Stopped wanting.Stopped dreaming.I peeled my needs down to the bone—air, sleep,a hand on my back,a voice that says I see you. Even thatwas too much. You didn’t just forget me.You erased me.Made me ghost myself.I …
Your Org Is a Product. Design It Like One.
I still remember that tiny startup office—the hum of one server, the click of keyboards, the aroma of strong coffee, and the creaking of the wooden floorboards as we all squeezed around a single table. We all knew exactly what was happening. A quick word across the desk solved problems instantly. It was magic. Then came growth. We went from 12 people to 50 in six months. Suddenly, no one knew who was supposed to fix that bug or handle that angry customer email. I remember the founder, eyes red from late nights, saying, “I can’t keep all of …
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Self-Esteem Isn’t Confidence. It’s Proof.
Self-esteem doesn’t come from feeling good about yourself. It comes from doing things that make you proud when no one’s clapping. It’s not a vibe. It’s not a mood. It’s not built in front of a mirror. It’s built when you live like someone whose opinion matters. Yours. Confidence is loud. It can be faked. You can wear it like a jacket—throw it on, strut around, fool a few people.Self-esteem is quiet. It’s built in private. And it can’t be faked, because you were there. You saw what you did when it mattered. You know if you took the …
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