A Morning Person In Mumbai
A morning in the city that never sleeps
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
A morning in the city that never sleeps
It has been over three months since I came back to work. Three months. A quarter of a year. I like the work I’m doing. It is fascinating and fun and challenging enough to keep me interested but not so much that I’m crumbling under the pressure. I like the…
Reflecting on the profound connection between self and mirrors, a poetic exploration of emotions, vulnerability, and the unspoken truth within reflections.
Let me tell you about my recessive gene. It involves idlis, questionable pronunciations and the Great South Indian Software Dream.
Emotional solitaire: A journey of self-contentment, embracing the beauty of being a loner. Explore the bliss of enjoying your own company.
At twenty five, a year of self-discovery, love, quitting a job, and embracing new adventures. Here’s to lessons learned and the journey ahead!
Nostalgic encounters with old acquaintances at a friend’s engagement party bring up reflections on the emotional interconnections of human lives.
MBA reflections: Gained confidence, structured thinking, exposure to diverse ideas. Tangible benefits and enhanced communication. Perspective is key.
I was moving. Life is what’s falling short of perfection. The rest is just aspiration. Every second I was one kind word away from tears.
I’ve had my eyes wide open for too long. I’ve looked too much, seen too much, absorbed too much. The years brought focus. And now?