Category: Personal Essays

  • Simple Habits That Quietly Improved My Life

    I’ve realised something recently. Most of the things that have genuinely improved my life are not big, dramatic changes. They’re small. Quiet. Almost unnoticeable at first. But over time, they’ve made a bigger difference than anything else. And the best part is, none of them required me to completely change my life. They just required…

  • I Didn’t Know What to Write Today

    I sat down today to write. And for the first time in a while, I didn’t know what to say. Not in the usual way where you have too many ideas and you’re trying to pick the right one. This felt different. My brain would start thinking about something… anything… and then just stop. Like…

  • The Quiet Joy of Slower Weekends

    Lately, I’ve noticed something about my weekends. They’ve become quieter. Simpler. And somehow, better. There was a time when my calendar looked very different. In my twenties, weekends were meant to be full. Plans lined up one after the other. Dinner on Friday. Drinks on Saturday. A party somewhere after that. The goal was simple:…

  • Why Peace Has Become My Biggest Luxury

    There was a time in my life when peace sounded… boring. In my twenties, life was about movement. Plans. Parties. Friends calling at midnight. Last-minute dinners that turned into nights out. Social calendars that were full before the week had even begun. It was fun, and I genuinely enjoyed it. I look back at those…

  • Things I Absolutely Overthink (For No Good Reason)

    I like to think of myself as a fairly chill person. Low drama. Easygoing. Go with the flow. And yet… the amount of completely unnecessary thinking that goes on in my head about the smallest social moments is honestly impressive. Take leaving. Not leaving leaving. I mean that exact moment when a conversation has clearly…

  • Some News You’re Never Ready For

    I woke up today to several missed calls. That in itself is unusual. Nobody really calls anymore. So when I saw multiple missed calls from a friend, I knew something wasn’t right. Then I saw the message. A WhatsApp image. An obituary. And his face. Ronak. For a few seconds, maybe longer, I just stared…

  • It’s Not Burnout. It’s Your Soul Trying to Speak

    When exhaustion isn’t about overwork, but about misalignment. There’s a kind of exhaustion that no amount of rest seems to fix. You sleep, but you wake up tired. You take time off, but the heaviness doesn’t leave. You stop working, but you don’t feel lighter. And so you assume it’s burnout. That familiar checkpoint of…

  • Being Social Without Being Available

    I’m still social.Just not available in the way I used to be. Being social now looks quieter. Fewer plans. Smaller groups. More one-on-one time where you actually get to talk, catch up, and connect without shouting over background noise or splitting attention ten different ways. I still enjoy a big gathering once in a while,…

  • The Spaces Between Things

    Lately, I’ve realised that some of my favourite moments in a day happen in between. Not the big events. Not the plans. Not the destinations. But the pauses that sit quietly between one thing and the next. Taxi rides are one of them. Sitting in the back seat, watching the city pass by through the…

  • Why I’m Happiest in My Own Company

    I’ve always been comfortable being alone. Not in a dramatic, poetic way. Not as a statement. It’s just something that settled into me early and never really left. I was an only child, and opening up to people never came easily. I grew up around a lot of unnecessary drama, the kind you don’t choose…