There was a time when my life felt like one long argument—with myself, with people who left, with people who stayed but didn’t show up the way I wanted them to. Every disappointment turned into a courtroom where I was both the prosecutor and the accused. Blame had a strange comfort. It gave shape to my confusion, like holding a cracked mirror and calling it proof. I could stay angry instead of admitting I felt small. I could rewrite stories where I tried the hardest, and somehow that made losing feel noble. Blame is a cracked mirror—it …
The Choices That Build Us
Change doesn’t happen in grand moments. It happens in the quiet hours, when you’re tired and still choose to do what matters. Most people want to feel fixed, not actually do the work that fixes them. The reason we keep running from discomfort is simple: it feels easier. But it’s not. It’s just slower, and the cost is higher. Our daily choices shape who we become. Eat well today, and it feels like nothing. Eat well for a year, and you’re not just “trying to be better.” You’re someone who’s better. The same is true for every habit. The …
That Moment You Realize Detachment Isn’t About Others—It’s About You
The first time I tried to detach, I thought it meant building a fortress. I wanted to shut out the world, make sure nothing could touch me. But detaching that way just made me feel lonelier. It felt like I was punishing myself, hiding because I was afraid. Then something shifted. I realized I wasn’t detaching from anyone else. I was detaching from the idea that I needed someone else to tell me who I was. That was the moment I got it: I didn’t have to run away. I could just come home. Detachment isn’t about being cold. It’s about being …
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Sandakphu: The Mountain Didn’t Give Me Postcards, But It Gave Me Everything Else
I canceled this trek four times over a year and a half. The distance, the days, the sheer uncertainty of it all made me question my limits over and over. Autumn in the Himalayas is supposed to be about crisp air, sharp views, and mountains that look like something out of a travel dream. But the mountain, bless its chaotic soul, decided to serve me rain, fog, and mud that clung to my boots like a needy friend. It was the kind of place where lofty expectations go to die, and I ended up thanking it for that. Day one was the drive—four hours …
The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Tried to Build
I’m still learning how to live inside my own head without needing to escape it. Some days I get it right; most days I don’t. It’s not a grand success story—more like a construction site where progress and collapse coexist. I keep thinking strength will one day feel stable, but it never does. One week I’m disciplined and calm, the next I’m negotiating with the snooze button and calling it reflection. I’m not ashamed of that anymore. Growth isn’t a straight climb; it’s a dance between falling and finding rhythm again. When things get heavy, …
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Why Bouncing Back Fast Beats Being Perfect
I stared at my running app, twelve minutes flashing on the screen for the entire week. The number was small, but the weight it carried in my mind felt massive. My legs felt fine, steady and ready. It wasn’t the run that wore me down—it was the story I kept telling myself about not being good enough. The mind, it seems, runs marathons of doubt long after the body is done. A few days later, my calendar betrayed me. A missed client call left five people waiting, stuck in a virtual waiting room while I scrambled to fix the mess. Usually, that …
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