Hello my dear readers, it has been a while, and I have truly missed writing to you all.

So much has happened over the last few weeks. For starters, I launched my own YouTube channel! I am officially stepping onto the ladder of content creation and becoming much more active on Instagram. If you told me a year ago that I had be doing this, I wouldn’t have believed you. Writing this blog slowly made me realise how much I love creating things, and that realisation brought me right here.

I also have some huge personal news to share… I am now a Qualified Financial Advisor! Yes, you read that right. Balancing studying with everything else in my life was incredibly difficult. There were so many hurdles that only the pages of my journal truly know the depth of them, but I made it through.

And the even bigger news? My ultimate dream came true: I saw BTS perform live! Yes, those seven guys from South Korea. Want to know the best part? It was in London, my absolute favorite city.

London has seen me at my worst, my bad, my good, and my best. I remember the very first time I stepped foot there, I was dealing with a tough breakup, and it was my first-ever international solo trip. Today, London has become my ultimate comfort zone. From crying near the London Eye to roaming the streets with my friend eating jalebi fafda, from seeing Shawn Mendes at The O2 to now watching BTS at Tottenham Hotspur Stadium, it is wild how many memories one city can hold for you. I have never actually lived there, but I know my way around the streets like the back of my hand.

Right now, though, I am dealing with a heavy dose of post-concert depression and amnesia. If you aren’t familiar with post-concert amnesia, it’s that strange phenomenon where you can’t actually remember the details of the show because your adrenaline and excitement were so high. It feels like a total dream rather than reality. Combined with the post-concert blues… that sudden drop in happiness when an event you’ve looked forward to for so long is finally over, it leaves you feeling a bit empty and lonely after absorbing so much joy.

It’s a tough emotional space to navigate. I am so incredibly happy that my dream came true, but now I’m facing that “what next?” feeling. Don’t worry, I’m not clinically depressed, but it’s a distinct emptiness. I cried before, during, and after the show simply because I didn’t have the words to express what I was feeling. To add to the whirlwind, I also visited Bristol and Bath before the concert, so I’m dealing with post-travel blues too! It was an amazing trip, but coming back to reality is hard.

While I figure out my next steps and ground myself again, I hope you are all taking care of yourselves. Stay hydrated! The sun is beaming down on us at 40 degrees right now… enjoy the tan, but please don’t burn!

I am dropping the links to my YouTube and Instagram below so you can check out my latest videos and photos from the trip. Let me know your thoughts in the comments; I am right here and can’t wait to hear from you.

Until next time,
Stay Safe.

Hello, my dear readers, back to another weekend, it’s 30 degrees and a heat wave in Europe. Please be hydrated.

Today I was on a call with my family and I was only thinking that ghar ki yaad aa rahi hai. (I am missing home.) I know, is just a feeling most of the time, and even when I try to brush it off, it lingers around.

For me, mostly homesickness goes away while I rush through my life to build something. But in the quiet moments, the feeling comes crawling back to me. I wish I could have a Doraemon anywhere door, meet my lovelies, and then come back to where I am and enjoy the life I am building here.

Sounds dreamy. But then I wake up and face my reality.

While I dwell in my thoughts about how my life was in Mumbai, I often take my Kindle with me and go for a walk to enjoy the current weather. Right now, I am reading the book “The Courage to Be Disliked” and there is a quote in it, be happy where you are and live in the present, as you cannot go to the past, and you do not know what your future holds, so all you really have is your current moment.

This quote has just stuck in my head. I often think of how far I have come. And what people tell me is, you are lucky. I say, I worked hard. But really, what is the difference? I think it is just the perspective.

I am also a movie nerd, and with my thoughts all over the place, my mind often switches off while I am watching a movie. My recent favourites are “Voicemails for Isabella” and “Off Campus”, while they are romantic, I also watched “What Women Want” and “Ladies First.” I like how the women’s perspective is kept ahead and acknowledged.

While all of this is happening, I still miss home so I try to comfort myself with my home cooked meals, as food is a love language which can touch your heart from anywhere in the world.

So yes, I am staying far from home, rather than conflicting to my feelings. I sit with my homesickness feeling and accept it. Also, I think writing it down helps me feel better.

To everyone out there feeling homesick, you are not alone. But do call your loved ones, and accept your feelings.
Also, feel free to comment below your feelings, I would love to hear them.

Hello, my dear readers!

It has been a ray of sunshine for the last two weekends here in Dublin.
The sun was out all day, making everything feel a little overwhelming, but honestly, I cannot complain.

It is a rare treat here, and I made the most of it by heading outside, Kindle in hand, enjoying light music and a stroll and sometimes being on bed and just droom-scrolling.

As I wandered and let my mind drift, I realised that whenever I doom-scroll online, I keep seeing content and thoughts that echo my own. It is oddly comforting, like my playlist, which I have been playing on repeat because it feels familiar and safe.

There is a certain comfort in those routines. But it also got me wondering.

Are we not stuck in a circle of an algorithm? Are we all living in this vicious circle?

Maybe you are thinking, isn’t that just how life works?

I agree, our parents and grandparents may not have had digital routines, but they had their own boxes, their own rituals, their familiar faces. It is not necessarily a bad thing. But it does make me question if we are really seeing all the world has to offer.

So here is a challenge for you, and for me. What if you swapped playlists with a friend and listened to theirs for a while? It might feel awkward or even uncomfortable at first. But soon you will start to understand why certain songs mean so much to them, and maybe find new favourites yourself.

We can get so consumed by our loops that we end up caging ourselves, even with the vast horizon of the internet at our fingertips.

Take the recent news about Meta rolling out extra subscriptions across their apps. Do we really need more of the same? Or should we seek something different? Is it better to be relatable, creative, or both?

I certainly do not have all the answers. But I am ready to step outside of my comfort zone and break the cycle.

Recently, I tried listening to songs outside my usual playlist, and it made me realise there is a whole world out there waiting to be discovered. Maybe it is time we all explore a bit more, even if it means feeling uncomfortable for a while.

As we head into summer, I invite you to join me in breaking out of our comfort zones. Swap your playlist. Try a new hobby. Or simply say yes to something unexpected.

Who knows what we might discover?

Hello my dear readers.

I had another blog on the way. But then I watched Maa Behen (available on Netflix) and I just had to stop and write this. Right now. Because some things cannot wait for the next scheduled post.

As you all know, I am a woman. I have my own opinions and thoughts. And I have been at tables where I was asked not to give an opinion, raise a voice, to be quiet, to be silent, simply because I am a woman.

So this blog is for every male who has ever tried to silence me.

Happy news. You never succeeded.

As a woman, our entire world is built to be centric to men. Think about it. As a girl, you are a daughter and your world revolves around your father. Then society decides you have reached a marriageable age and you get married, and it will revolve around the husband.

And then apparently I have a biological clock to worry about. A legacy to continue. A family to grow. OMG.

And once that chapter begins, the pressure does not stop until a son is born. Because somehow that is still the goal for some people. And then the woman becomes a mother and now the son becomes the world. How wonderful!

Tell me, still you think world is not centric to man?

And yet, that same man will be possessive about you, because that is how he feels entitled, as the head of the family.
As a woman of the house, we are still not allowed to ask questions. We cannot make them feel accountable, and they cannot take accountability for themselves either. We cannot raise our voice or share a concern. And the moment we do, we are shut down.

That is why when someone asks me why I have strong opinions, why I do not just get married and settled, what they are really asking is why my world is not revolving around a man. And I find that very telling.

They say we as woman attention. We make them angry. We do this, we do that. But really, is it us? Or have we been so thoroughly gaslit and manipulated into thinking the problem is us, that we have started to believe it?

Yes, the world is changing. I hear the whispers about male loneliness. I see the shifts happening.
And I am not against men. I want to be very clear about that.

What I am against is not having my own choice.
My own freedom. My own opinion. My own timeline. My own wish to want what I want without having to justify it to anyone.

This society was built around men. It has been about men for a very long time. And it is time, as women, that we choose our own timelines. Work around ourselves. Do what we want. Live how we want.

And no matter which male chauvinist shows up trying to silence you, I dare you to roar like a lioness.
Because remember, in the pride, it is the lioness who hunts.
It is the lioness who brings food. It is the lioness who keeps everything going. And she does it all on her own terms.

So No. Do not agree to things just because society says this is how it is. That society was written for by a another men.

Write your own world.

Hello my dear readers, welcome to another blog…. today my blog title expresses more than what I have to say.

This blog is a love letter, ripping off a band aid, or applying ointment to my wounds….
how many metaphors do I talk about? I believe I will always have another one to say.

My birthday was 2 weeks ago, I have finally entered my late 20s era. And while I was sitting with myself, receiving wishes and feeling all the feelings, I started thinking about how my last decade looked. What it held. What it taught me.

No matter what generation you are reading this from, we all have that one thought growing up, I will start dating or enter into a relationship when I am 18. None less to say, I was the same….
And then some people end up marrying that first person. In my case, I got an ex. And then another, and then another got adding in the list.

Today it has been a long time since I started dating but things are still the same. I always find someone interesting at first, we click, slowly the pages unfold and I understand, oh God, this is another lesson and not the forever.
And sitting here now, on the other side of another birthday, I think of the What-ifs. What if I had ended up with that ex? Or that one? And honestly, it feels like a nightmare in my head.

Not because they were bad. Trust me, I have not been with someone bad, and I know the terms of bad can mean different things. But none of them treated me badly. The normal human decency was always there. It just did not work out.

Sometimes in my head I relive those moments. I think about them. And my dear readers, I have to say if you have dated anyone and are now in your single era, I am not saying in casual way but those happy moments with your exes were good however there will be a list of reasons why you chose to end it. Please visit that list when the nostalgia hits.

I feel extremely lucky because of all those boys who came into my life, showed me why they should not be in my life, and were like passengers who waited for the next stop and got off. Or I made them exit a little earlier than they planned. Thanks to those who stayed through the hard times, guided me to listen to my instincts, helped me trust myself…. and then left again. You still taught me something.

And through all of it, quietly and loudly at the same time, there were my friends. The ones who carried the light for me when I could not find it. Who listened to me rant about the same guy again and again without once making me feel like too much. All of these situations showed me who my real friends are, why they love me, and why I should love and choose myself.
I will always be grateful for that.

While this blog is my vulnerable side, I cannot tell you how many days and nights I gave to writing this and finding the courage to actually post it. But here it is.

PS to the guys I dated I am glad it did not worked out and happier that we din’t get married.

I love reading books and yes, I have my own fictional favourite man. And one of my friends once advised me, please lower your standards, those men do not exist in the real world. I hear you. I really do.
My fictional men are probably not walking around exactly as written. But there are 7 billion people in this world. Somewhere out there, maybe someone ticks 90% of the list. And maybe, just maybe, that is my forever.

Till then, a promise to myself. Not to shrink for someone else’s standards. Not to regret the ones I dated, well, maybe one or two.
And a decade from today, when I come back to read this, I hope I have chosen myself still.

Also, PS. Its love letter to me and not to my exes.

Attachment. A single word. But it holds so many things.

Nowadays I keep hearing about detachment. You scroll through reels and there they are, tips and tricks on how to be detached, how to keep people at a distance, how to protect yourself by simply… caring less. And as a person, I genuinely cannot understand this.

How do you not get attached?

You are talking to someone every day. Texting them every day. Sharing your thoughts with them, your friends, your colleagues, your parents. And then something goes wrong, something shifts, and suddenly you are supposed to teach yourself to not be attached. And worse, maybe even act like you never cared at all.

Since when did this start? It is not like people were not hurting us before. But acting like they never existed, like it does not matter anymore, why?

Why has texting someone to say you miss them become wrong?
Why has showing love to people become something to be embarrassed about?

You might be thinking right now, why is she questioning so many things, she has never done this before.

But wait a second lets give it a thought first.
Since when we started being an inconvenience to our loved ones?
Since when did we start measuring whether we are too much before we even contacted them?

When I was growing up, I had great friends around me. And I never once thought, am I being an inconvenience? It never crossed my mind, and I don’t think it crossed theirs either. We just showed up. We walked a kilometre more for that friend. We stayed on a call for longer because they needed us. We held someone’s hand before asking too many questions. We cooked an extra meal or picked up their favourite thing from the supermarket just because we knew they liked it.

Since when did showing up for people become the extraordinary thing?
Since when did caring become a favour we are doing someone?

I still feel all of this because I live it every single day.

I live abroad. The people I grew up with are spread across different countries now. Some came here and have since moved back. And every day I make a choice, to still show up, to still text, to still ask how they are doing, to still care. Not because it is easy. But because the distance never made them matter less to me. It never will.

Leaving people behind to go after your dreams is already hard enough. I refuse to make it harder by pretending I stopped caring about them too.

I understand, truly I do, that doing things while your boundaries are being crossed, staying in relationships where you are not respected, that is wrong. That needs to change. I am not arguing with that.

But acting detached just because you don’t want to feel anymore?
Acting nonchalant as if nothing touches you? That is a different story, and a ridiculous one in my head.

We are humans. We care. It is in our nature. Think about it, if you give a prompt to any AI today, it asks you follow-up questions. There is care even built into that. So how can anyone tell me, with a straight face, that the answer is to be detached from people?

If you truly want to be detached, be detached from cruelty. Be detached from relationships where you are not respected. Be detached from the habit of disguising your fear and calling it self-protection.

But do not be detached from people who show up for you. Do not be detached from love, from missing someone, from texting first. Do not let the internet convince you that feeling things deeply is the problem.

It never was.
Feel free to comment below your opinions, voices, thoughts. Would like to know insights of my readers!

To begin with, I want to ask you something, my dear readers.
When someone dislikes you, what do you instantly think? Is it that the person doesn’t like you because you have a particular flaw? Or do you think there might be their own reason, something completely unrelated to you, and that is why they don’t like you?

If your answer is the first one… then my next question is this.

Why do we, in a matter of seconds, already know exactly which part of ourselves is to blame? Oh yes, I know I am not great at this. That is why they don’t like me.

Why do we always think that because of this particular flaw, we won’t be liked? Or that if we just fix this one thing, we will finally be desired, accepted, or chosen? Why are we so fixated on our flaws?

Especially for those who grew up feeling a little… too aware of ourselves. Too visible in the wrong moments. Too invisible when we wanted to be seen.

Since childhood I have noticed people who carry things that the world decided were worth making fun of. Someone who stutters. Someone who cannot pronounce certain words, might have slip of tongue. Someone with stage fear so deep it lives quietly inside them even when no one else can see it.

Believe me…. I was one of them.

In school, speaking up was rare for me. Having an opinion out loud felt almost impossible. While others raised their hands, I sat with mine folded, hoping no one would call on me.

And then I met the teachers who changed that.

They questioned me, pointed things out in front of the class, not to disrespect me, but to challenge me. To urge me to find a voice for myself. They helped me choose to build my confidence instead of questioning my silence. They gave me patience. A chance. And that chance became everything.

But what made it even more special was the people sitting beside me. My peers, not one of them laughed. Instead they said things like you can do it, go for it, take your time but say what you wish to say. I know that is not what happens everywhere. I know that is not the reality for most people. And I hold that as one of the most quietly beautiful things that ever happened to me.

But here is something I have learnt, and I hold onto it still.

Sometimes, it is mostly all in our heads. Maybe nobody is thinking about our flaws as much as we are. Maybe while we are shrinking in our heads, they are shrinking in theirs too.

I am not saying this is the only scenario. But it is one of them. And it is worth remembering more often than we do.

When I think about that little girl who was afraid to speak, and then I look at where I am now, writing her opinions openly and putting them out into the world, I feel something that is hard to describe. Pride, maybe. Gratitude, definitely. These thoughts still come. The self-doubt, the second-guessing, the old familiar voice that wonders if this is too much. But every day I choose to keep going anyway. And I think that is what choosing yourself actually looks like…not the absence of fear, but the decision to move despite it.

I did not get here alone. My childhood teachers, my friends, my parents, the support around me made more difference than they will ever fully know. A kind word here. A nudge there. Someone choosing to stand beside me instead of laugh.

So if you ever encounter someone who is struggling, someone who does not speak the way the world decided is correct, someone shrinking in a room full of people, give them a chance. Stand right beside them.

Your support, the thing you might shrug off as nothing, might be the thing that changes everything for them.

What feels small to you might be the biggest thing that ever happened to someone else.

A NOTE
Some of the things mentioned above, stuttering, difficulty pronouncing words, stage fear rooted in something deeper…can be present from birth. They are not flaws to be fixed or jokes to be made. They are simply part of how some people exist in the world. So rather than finding it funny, why not choose to be kind? It costs nothing. And it might mean everything.

I picked up the pen twice this week thinking I would write something. Both times, nothing came.

Not because there was nothing to say, but because I think I am still recovering from my trip to Albania. Still somewhere in between the version of me that left and the version that came back.

So let me try again.

The past week I travelled to Albania…. and honestly, even now when I look back at the photos, it feels like a pinch me moment. Did that actually happen? Was I actually there?

Back in my teenage days I used to travel to the near by places of Mumbai…local, familiar, close to home. I never once imagined that ten years later I would be travelling to other countries. Dreaming about it? Yes, all the time. But actually doing it… actually being there… that feels so different from the dream. So much more real and so much more than you expected.

The day I started living in Ireland I made a few plans…just like most people do when they move somewhere new. And I started travelling from Dublin. While everyone hopes to visit the more touristy, well-known places, I have always wanted to see the opposite. The places people are still discovering. The roads that are not yet crowded.

Last year it was Georgia, and it was amazing. But Albania felt like a step up from my normal kind of travel.

The person I am when I travel is different from all the other roles I carry in my daily life. There were moments where I thought….no way, this cannot happen. And then somehow it did. There is a particular kind of freedom that comes from being in a place where nobody knows you. Where the people around you are people you will probably never encounter again. That anonymity… it ignites something different in you. It gives you permission to just be.

Whenever I felt doubt creeping in…. oh no, what if…. I would catch myself and think… another opportunity will find another way. I do not fully know how I built that in me. Maybe it came from travelling before. Maybe from knowing that in the past I have faced things that felt impossible and found my way through. So I can do it here too.

The scenery was something else. I still find myself going back to the images just to look at them again. A few of them are below.
If you ever get the opportunity to travel…. please travel. The way it opens your mind is something no article, no reel, no description can fully prepare you for.

That spark of living the way you want, going where your heart says, just following something without overthinking it….it is different. In the middle of a normal 9 to 5, we get so stuck in our own routine and our own heads. A break like this gives you perspective that is bigger than anything you were worrying about before you left.

And I want to say this too….I know it is a privilege to do what I am doing. I do not take that lightly. But the more I travel, the more I see the world, the more I feel that kind and good people are everywhere. In every country, in every corner. That alone makes it worth it.

To more travels!

Are you dumb? Yes, you read it right. How many times do you think this to yourself or tell others….are you dumb? Or be like… how do you not know this, I thought you were smarter than that.
Someone asked me something recently and I could not stop thinking about it.

Not because it was deep or philosophical. But because of how casually it was said…with that particular tone people use when they cannot believe you do not already know something.

And honestly? My answer, after thinking about it for a while, is … yes. A little bit. In quite a few areas actually. And I think that is one of the most freeing things I have ever admitted to myself.

Let me explain.

I work in finance, so many times I can calculate things quickly, or if there is any spreadsheet work I can do it faster than others. However, not everyone in finance can do that. Like my parents…they are smart, but with growing technology it is tough to keep up with new gadgets. That does not mean they are dumb.

I have also met people who can fix things. Anything. A broken shelf, a leaking tap, a car engine making a sound it should not be making. They just know. I do not know. I might learn in the future but for now I have no clue.

There are people who can cook a meal from whatever is left in the fridge and make it taste like they planned it all along. People who can walk into a room and immediately make everyone feel at ease. People who can parallel park on the first try.

I am not all of these people. You are not all of these people. Nobody is.

And yet somehow, we have all agreed to feel embarrassed about the things we do not know. As if not knowing something is a character flaw rather than just… a gap. A very human, very normal gap.

Here is what I have been thinking about. The word dumb is used as an insult. It lands like one too … sharp, dismissive, designed to make you feel small. But strip away the sting of it and what is it really saying? That you do not know something. That you are not skilled in a particular area. That in this one specific moment, someone else knows more than you do.

That is not a flaw. That is just… Tuesday.

We are not meant to arrive in this world pre-loaded with every skill, every answer, every ability. That is actually why other people exist. Think about it… the entire reason human beings built communities, societies, relationships, was because no single person could do it all alone. You need the person who knows the numbers. And the person who fixes things. And the person who cooks. And the person who listens. And the person who writes.

Your gaps are not failures. They are invitations… for collaboration, for learning, for letting someone else be brilliant at the thing you are not.

I think the most dangerous thing we do is confuse not knowing with not being enough. They are not the same thing. Not even close.

Not knowing how to code does not make you less. Not understanding legal documents does not make you less. Not being able to do all skilful things… definitely does not make you less.

What makes you less is refusing to learn. Refusing to ask. Refusing to sit with the discomfort of not knowing and letting it teach you something.

So the next time someone asks you… are you dumb?… maybe just smile and say yes, in this one thing, maybe I am. And that is fine. Because I am also brilliant at things you have not even thought to ask me about yet.

Nobody is the whole puzzle. We are all just different pieces.

And the world only makes sense when we stop pretending we are supposed to be the entire thing on our own.

Well! Spring is here and the days are getting longer.
I love being out, walking, and capturing sunsets…. there is something about that light at the end of the day that just makes you stop and feel things.

I was recently on a call with my mum while out on one of these walks, and we got talking about how things move when someone flies out of their home country. How life shifts. How people adjust.

And then she mentioned that one of her friends had been telling her about her son. About how he had moved abroad and was struggling. And the way this friend spoke about it…. it was with so much worry. So much sympathy.

Poor thing, she kept saying. He is managing so much on his own.
And I just listened. And then I started thinking.
Let me tell you what exactly he was struggling with because this is where it gets interesting.

He was cooking his own meals, looking for a job, doing his laundry, cleaning his own dishes, figuring it all out quietly. Far from home. Starting over.
Now I want you to hold that image in your mind. And I want you to imagine the exact same situation, same city, same struggles, same quiet courage it takes to start fresh somewhere new.

But this time, it is a woman.

The reaction? Well, she chose to go. She could have stayed. What was the need?
Same life. Completely different story told about it.

We did not change the situation. We only changed who was living it. And somehow, that changed everything.

I have been asked many times why I think or act a certain way, and when I share my perspective, people say… but that is not reality. And I always wonder… whose reality? Defined when? And by whom exactly?

Someone once told me I was a very tough woman. It was meant as a compliment, and I took it as one. But later I sat with it and thought…. would a man doing the exact same things simply be called capable? Would it even be worth mentioning?

Because here is what I have noticed. If a woman is self-reliant, direct, not particularly soft in the way society expected her to be, she is difficult. Too much. Not acting like a woman.

And if a man is gentler, more emotional, a little outside what society decided men should be, he gets a different kind of silence. A different kind of judgment.

Nobody is really winning here.

A society built by us, questioned by us…. and yet the moment someone steps outside the expected script, we are the first ones to say…that is just not how things are.

But I genuinely want to ask…who set these standards? Who decided what things are supposed to look like? And when did we all silently agree to stop questioning it?

Patriarchy, and I want to say this clearly, it does not actually favour anyone in the long run. It puts everyone in a box. It just makes some boxes look more comfortable than others for a while.
And I am not saying every country or every culture thinks the same way… but you will find instances of this bias everywhere. In some form or another, it does shows up.

I do not have a perfect solution wrapped up neatly at the end of this post. I never do, honestly.
What I do have is a small question I want to leave with you.
The next time you react differently to someone’s choices, struggles, or strength based on their gender… just pause. Not with guilt. Just with curiosity.

Ask yourself: where did this thought come from? Does it still make sense to me?
And before I end, I want to be honest about something.

I am the same. I grew up in this same society, absorbed the same conditioning, and yes…I react differently too sometimes, without even planning to. You and me are the same.
But I think that is exactly what makes it worth saying. These are not flaws to be ashamed of. They are things we were taught. And anything we were taught… can be unlearnt.

The days are getting longer. There is more light now.
Maybe it is a good time to look at a few things we have been keeping in the dark.