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The Pain and The Gain🌻

The very first rule of living with nephropathy is simple yet harsh: no painkillers for the rest of my life. At first, that thought felt unbearable, as how could I possibly manage pain without relief? But over time, I’ve learned something essential: pain is inevitable, suffering is optional. Pain will always show up, but suffering comes from how we choose to respond to it. Life has taught me that when the quick fixes are taken away, when you can no longer numb discomfort, you’re left with only one option: to face it. And in that facing, something shifts. Pain stops being an enemy to fight against and becomes a teacher. It teaches you your limits, your strength, and your resilience. I think of it like living with photosensitive eyes. Brightness overwhelms me, intensity blinds me, and yet over time, my eyes adjust. That sensitivity, though uncomfortable, also allows me to notice things others might miss, like the subtle hues, the quiet details, the richness of the world’s colours. I am no...

The Seeker and the Thinker: Not Opposites, Just Paths

Life is a journey, and whether we live with spiritual awareness or practicality, we all face the same waves of joy and sorrow. But there’s a distinct difference in how we ride those waves. It’s like having the same destination on the map but taking different routes to reach there. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the difference between the paths of a spiritual and a pragmatic soul. Both are blessed by the same energy, the same potential. Both know how to start, how to chase dreams, how to take risks, how to reach for the heights. But how we channel it is where the actual magic happens. A spiritual person has the awareness of when to pause, when to dissolve, and when to gracefully step back. It’s not about running forever, but it’s all about knowing when to rest and let go. This understanding makes me feel life less like a race and more like a dance. That’s something that we all need to learn.  A practical person may push harder, believing that the destination will bring peac...

In His Time, I Grew

It’s been 10 years since I began studying economics, nothing more than learning to estimate costs, quantify variables, and evaluate outcomes. But for the past 27 years, I’ve lived as the second daughter of a man whose time, love, and effort can never be measured by any economic modelling or empirical evidence. No formula can capture the cost of his sacrifices as standing under the harsh sun outside my exam centre, gazing at hospital corridors during my checkups, running for college admissions, or waiting alone on an airport bench through the night, just to see me return safely from my first international solo trip. I may not be living a perfectly healthy and wealthy life, but he always makes sure I’m living one worth everything. And every time someone says, “Bilkul papa pe gayi hai”, my heart swells with pride because that’s the best compliment I could ever receive. His timeless efforts have sparked a feeling in me to transform the moment I was born with the words "Firse beti hui ...

My Silver Strands at 27🩶

💜 I love adding colours to my world be it on a canvas or a sketchbook. But when it comes to my hair, I choose not to colour them. I recently came across an interesting fact: A butterfly cannot see its own wings. Others admire its beauty, but it remains unaware of its own splendour. Similarly, people around me appreciate my clarity, maturity, and perspective on life, yet they struggle to accept my grey hair. Their resistance confuses me every time. Ironically, I am doing PhD on the issues related to ageing populations, and it seems my body took the topic too seriously! Jokes apart, my hair has become an unintentional statement one that I now wear with quiet confidence.  I get constant reminders from people walking on the road to attending conferences and weddings about these silver linings .  The irony? I don’t notice my grey strands unless I look in a mirror. And so, I let them (both people and hair) be, just as I let life unfold naturally and in its own time. Being a  ...

From Contentless to Contentment

 I am back with my blog after a span of 15 months. The reason was that I was not busy in academia, but I was trying to keep my deteriorating health and career.  I used to be a firm believer in “Only dead fish go with the flow”, but with time, I realised that altering the natural flow is exhausting and gets me nowhere. It is well said that when life hits you hard, hit life harder, but this is not always true. Sometimes, you must sit down and observe the flow. In the past few months, life has turned up to the worst of its phases, although it is not easy to claim it as worse. The only thing that worked for me was the concept of ‘Taoism’, which is the art of not trying. Many times, life asks us to act and ‘not try’. Even many circumstances need not be backed by logic or scientific reasoning. Nothing works when you are going through failures and rejections in your profession and deteriorating medical conditions that cannot be reverted back. The only thing that works is embracing ...

A LETTER TO THE FUTURE PERFORMERS

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Dear Future Performers We all are doing our best to improve our vocabulary in situationship, casual and live-in relationships, tinder, mingle, BF/GF, a friend with benefits, friend zone, open relationship, and the list is endless. I appreciate the efforts we are putting in to fulfill our present temptations and overcome peer pressure of "being cool." I salute this entire process of building society's upcoming most relaxed parents. The generation gap is considered an old-school immature behavior nowadays. Losing virginity, multiple heartbreaks, insecurity blended with anxiety, suffering from trauma, and having GF/BFs are the milestones of successful adulting. The coming generation is too blessed to be deprived of the actual meaning and understanding of devotion, dedication, dignity, soul-mate, karmic contracts, spiritual consciousness, awakening, and healing.  Our upbringing has naturally inbuilt us the seekers of kindness, compassion, care, respect, and love. The understa...

The way we perceive is the way we harness – Cheers to my 13th Diaversery.

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💛Completing my 13 years with type 1 Diabetes envelops 18,000 pricks (approx.), a cataract surgery, swallowing bitter juices, 500 hospital visits, sweating muscles, plenty of sleepless nights, and building an optimistic perception with a lovely smile. This lifetime relationship is experiencing a more challenging bond yearly (indeed with smiles and tears). Developing my ability to perceive situations positively leads to a higher level of joy, contentment, and inner peace. I consistently try to take personal responsibilities, weaving compassion for myself and others, accepting that being different is better than being the best, and never forgetting to activate my pause button when triggered by low vibrational emotions.   According to psychologist Linda Humphreys, perception is the lens through which we view people, events, and things. It profoundly impacts how we mold, shape, and influence life experiences. 🌜Harnessing is collecting, controlling, and utilizing our ideas and ene...