Whispers & Winds

This New Year, I want to begin gently. No dramatic promises. Just gratitude—for what I have, what I’ve learned, and even what didn’t work out. I wish good health, lighter hearts, and happier days. And on days when sadness arrives uninvited, I hope I remember it passes—and leaves me wiser, stronger, and slightly more tired. Most importantly, I want to stop being okay with things I’m not okay with. There comes a moment when you stop living to please everyone and start choosing

The love that chooses us back, even on the dullest of nights. The love that makes ordinary moments—red roses on a random Tuesday, late-night shows, endless coffee and wine—feel like magic. The love that survives the endless bickering, the fights, the small annoyances, and still, again and again, we would pick them, in every lifetime, without hesitation.

She watched all of it in silence. She remembered the nights of struggle, the shared tears, the dreams they once whispered. And she wondered — how did it come to this? Why do people change when they finally get what they prayed for? Why does the hunger to matter destroy the peace they once longed for?

That’s when I understood. The rule wasn’t about money. It was about boundaries. About the weight some relationships can't carry without crumbling. About how the smallest crack, when ignored, can break something as sacred as trust.

Sometimes, life doesn’t hand us closure.It leaves us with echoes—of laughter, of moments, of yesterday's that never really leave.

All I could think was how much I wanted to sit on that bench with him—to really listen. Not just to the sounds around me, but to the world the way he hears it. To let the night sing its symphony and to hear it—not as noise, but as music.

It had been a long day. I kept checking my phone, not really sure what I was waiting for. A message? A call? Some kind of sign? I just wanted to hear something... anything. But I couldn’t quite figure out what. Working in a creative field can be both exhilarating and exhausting. Today, it leaned heavily toward the latter. I’d poured 48 hours of heart and soul into a new pitch for a brand that had recently landed in our office and just like that, it was all discarded. I kept t

She had transformed — not into the classic Cinderella fleeing the ball — but into one who ran toward the palace, clutching her shoe like it was a boarding pass to Happily Ever After. Desperate for the Prince, the Ring, the Forever.

Remember when we used to just go places... no maps, no reviews, no "Top 10 Instagrammable Cafes"? Just vibes. And maybe an aggressive pigeon or two.

A few years ago, if someone had suggested that the entire world would come to a standstill, I would have laughed it off. Because something like that? It just didn’t seem possible. And then, on 23rd March 2020, the unimaginable happened, Bharat Bandh was declared. Life, as we knew it, changed overnight. The first week was all about denial. How could this happen to us? Why weren’t the airports closed sooner? Why wasn’t there a better plan? Every household suddenly became a mini

For the longest time, I believed peace was just one of the many ingredients for internal happiness. But eventually, the bubble breaks, and we realize that nothing lasts forever. It becomes undeniably clear: peace isn't just a part of happiness, it is the source of it. Many scholars have interpreted the Japanese concept of wabi-sabi in their own ways. But the one that stayed with me is by Richard Powell: “Nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect.” As a woman,