Sometimes I think love changes shape before we even notice it. You start out open and sure, feeling seen in a way that feels new, and then slowly the balance shifts. It’s not one moment or one fight. More like a steady wearing down, quiet things you stop saying, small things you overlook because they don’t seem worth the argument. And then at some point you realize you’ve been adjusting who you are just to keep the peace. It’s strange how the need to feel close can make silence feel safer than honesty. You tell yourself this is what love …
The Season of My Own Making
Some years don’t unfold — they explode.One moment, you think you’ve finally found your rhythm; the next, you’re lying on the ground wondering how something so right went so wrong. I’ve had my share of those years — the kind where progress and pain coexist like mismatched roommates. The past year was supposed to be linear. I had plans, schedules, spreadsheets, even color-coded tabs for every phase of my trek training. But life, it turns out, doesn’t care for bullet points. It arrives unannounced, rearranges your script, and leaves you staring …
The Energy Bank Account You Never Knew You Had
My grandmother used to keep her money in glass jars hidden around the house. One for groceries, another for emergencies, a third for what she called "Joy Money"—the kind you spend on things that make you smile for no practical reason. She'd count each jar every Sunday, making sure she wasn't spending more than what came in. Beta, she'd tell me while sorting coins, the moment you start borrowing from tomorrow to pay for today's mistakes, you're already poor. I thought about those jars recently while watching two friends navigate what …
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A House I Can Live In
Proof over plans. Receipts over rhetoric. A rainy trail below Bhrigu taught me a plain rule: confidence isn’t a feeling; it’s proof. Since then, I’ve been paying in small, private promises and building something sturdier than applause. Tonight the ceiling fan hums like it owes me nothing while I run a quiet check:Did I keep one promise today—not a makeover, not a master plan, just one small thing I said I’d do. I did, just about, and my body understands the receipt; my shoulders drop and sleep comes closer. I like starting here …
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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It Doesn’t Show Off. It Stays.
The kind that lasts doesn’t need a stage.It doesn’t dress up to prove its worth.It remembers how you take your tea.It gets the lights right before bed. It doesn’t try to win you back with noise.It never left. You won’t find it in anniversary posts.But you’ll feel it when someone listens without interrupting.When they ask if you’ve eaten.When they offer the last piece of chocolate and mean it. It’s not bored by your silence.It shares the silence with you.It doesn’t rehearse lines.It pays attention. It won’t sweep you off your …
Loud Love Fizzles. Quiet Love Pays Rent.
Loud love puts on a show. Quiet love picks up the bill. The kind that lasts doesn’t scream, sparkle, or strut. It slips in, steady and consistent, and sets the kettle to boil before you even realize you're cold. We're trained to chase spectacle: rooftop proposals, dramatic gestures, Instagrammable anniversaries. It’s easy to confuse adrenaline with affection. But the love that holds up over time doesn’t wear glitter. It wears soft cotton and remembers your lunch order. It shows up on bad days, not just big ones. It’s the steady hum …
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You Don’t Have to Be Special to Be Free
How letting go of my craving for uniqueness gave me back my life It’s easy to confuse visibility with value. I didn’t realize I’d done that until the applause I thought I needed started sounding like static. I had built a life on making an impression. I don’t mean fame or followers or any of the easy metrics. I mean that internal scoreboard—silent, persistent, constantly measuring whether I was significant enough. Whether I was doing something interesting enough. Whether I was someone people remembered after they left the room. At …
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