Prompt: The book that found you at the right time. Not every life lesson comes from people. Some come bound in paperbacks. For me, that book was The Kite Runner. Some books are recommended. Some are gifted. Some sit on your shelf, judging you for months. And then there are the rare ones that don’t…
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When Fear Pulls Up A Chair : Day 9 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: A fear you learned to sit with For most of my life, I thought fear was an enemy. Something to defeat. Outrun. Conquer dramatically like a movie climax, wind in the hair, background music swelling, me walking away victorious in slow motion. Turns out? Fear is far less cinematic. And far more stubborn. It…
My Recipe for Success : Day 8 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: What success looks like on an ordinary day. If you had asked me years ago what success looked like, I would’ve said something cinematic. Book launches. Airports. Panels. Somebody holding a microphone too close to my face while mispronouncing my name with confidence. Very shiny. Very impressive. Very exhausting. Now? Success looks suspiciously ordinary….
Creating a Life Before It Happens : Day 7 of #WriteAPageADay.
Prompt: A place you often visit in your thoughts I visit certain places often. Not cafés. Not beaches. Not even Google Maps. I go to the mental tabs I usually lock away. The ones quietly open in the background of my brain while I’m doing dishes, waiting in queues, or pretending to listen to someone…
Of Changing Rules and Life: Day 6 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: A rule I broke that worked in my favour. “Winners never quit.” This sentence followed me everywhere growing up. In classrooms. In report cards. In well-meaning lectures from adults who mistook endurance for virtue. It was served as universal truth. No footnotes. No exceptions. Quitters lose. Winners persist. End of discussion. So I believed…
BrOwwwwwwww Browser! Day 5 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: What your browser history says about you? Browser histories are dangerous things. Tiny digital windows into your soul. Secrets waiting to be discovered, or weaponised, by future archaeologists, nosy friends, or your own guilty curiosity. Curious (and slightly terrified), I opened mine. And oh. My. God. It was cringe. Cringe Pro Max. The kind…
Of Sakha, Faith, and Homecoming
I had worshipped Lord Krishna – my Sakha – ever since I learned what God and devotion were. Our relationship was built over a lifetime of prayers, faith and reliance. Not in a ritual-heavy, incense-and-bells way. More like old friends who talk in shorthand. Sakha energy. Easy. Familiar. Intimate. And then, somewhere along the way,…
Of Men, Bears & Who Pays on the First Date: Beyond Dinner: What Women Are Really Paying For
Men think paying for dinner on a first date is a big deal. But the truth is, women face far greater risks. While he’s calculating the bill, she’s calculating risk. Sharing her live location, texting a friend the venue name, watching her drink, assessing exits, reading tone shifts, and wondering if this man will respect…
Food, Fumbles, and Fortitude
Food has a way of pulling us in, not just through hunger, but through memory, ritual, and the small rebellions we make in the kitchen. When I was growing up, the kitchen was always alive with food, but I had never cooked. I only watched, spices sizzling, Mustard and Cumin Seeds popping, the slow comfort…
Best, Then Better
She didn’t chase perfection. She called what she had the best, and somehow, it always felt true. A quiet morning? The best. A meal that tasted better than expected? The best. A day that unfolded without resistance? Easily the best. She didn’t say it to tempt fate. She said it because she meant it. And…