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For 27 years, I lived somebody else’s life. Now reclaiming what is rightfully mine, one story at a time.

I like to live inside my head, strongly dislike rules, and yeah, I write about stuff

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I grew up in a collectivistic society, where the question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” wasn’t open-ended.

The only acceptable answer, especially for those who performed better than average at school, was a Doctor or an Engineer. When I announced at fourteen that the field of medicine isn’t the right fit for me, I was met with several sad and disappointed eyes.

After all, who would inherit my Father’s Stethoscope? — This was a real question posed to me, intended to guilt me into submission.

My personality was not in accordance with my gender’s guide…

And then I became judicious — I think

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This month started with a burn-out, the first dose of the Covid vaccine, and its side effects. There was also an abject sense of failure, as I hadn’t progressed as much as I hoped to on my 30-day challenge.

Sensing a loss of motivation and a severe sense of fatigue, I decided to take a couple of days off. That turned into a week due to intense pain in my right hand and shoulder, courtesy of the Jab.

A low period of Mental Health followed, and some external stimuli pushed me towards a breakdown. …


Wonder where to next

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The difference between
right and wrong.
The places where I —
want to, need to go.

A coin tossed,
another dropped in,
the wishing well.

I am here, right here,
Am I really?

The line is real,
should be real, has to.
I can detect it,
Asphalt on white.

Traversed the deserts,
the winds of fear.
Held back limitless tears.

Filled the empty streams,
belief and faith return.

Silenced those voices,
the deafening roars.
Nowhere to be found,
just inside my head.

Clear and free,
Feelings run and hide.
There’s limited space.

Surreal, invisible waves,
A moment of clarity.


But I wish someday was today

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Growth, awareness, acceptance, love, and all the other stuff you are supposed to do for a better quality of life is hard. It’s tedious, slow, and, to be candid, rather infuriating at times.

Some days it’s one step forward and two steps back, and you are left wondering if things are ever going to get better. At this moment, I am fully conscious of where I am — I want to be here.

But, that opens another can of worms.

Taking control of your life leaves you with a lot of responsibility. I am accountable for all of my actions…


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Aren’t you tired of writers who take forever to get to a point and then leave you with no actionable takeaway? I am.

Let’s jump right in.


The content presented below is not for singletons. If you are free as a bird (I envy you)…I pity you. Read ALL the articles on this platform that diligently spell out tips and tricks to make you more likable.

You know, important and complex stuff like being polite, kind, and honest. Then couple up, take off the lust-fueled rose-colored glasses, and come back here. …

Scribbling a few lines describing how I spent my weekend stopped them from blending into one another. Sometimes, simple does the trick, and no one is more surprised than me.

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Most of us experienced a loss of sense of time during the Pandemic. When you do almost the same things day after day, it’s difficult to tell them apart as there are no differentiators — distinct points to remember.

Even writing about your day can become a part of the routine, eventually seeming like a mindless chore. …

And it’s been strangely freeing

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My pushing-myself-out-of-a-comfort-zone story is not one of success. After all, my 30-article challenge has only earned me ten dollars so far. But, it is one about exploring the unknown and learning things about myself by looking where I dare not have looked before.

For the purposes of clarity, let me borrow a metaphor from Freud. Imagine an iceberg, with layers and layers and large parts unseen.

As we’ve all watched Titanic, we know the devastating effects of what lies beneath the surface. Some people try to avoid peeping underwater for most of their lives, and I envy them. …


Turning 30 has been strangely interesting

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I grew up in a country where people didn’t give a damn about reality, struggled to make real friends in high school, and had a Mother who was only interested in gaining from me.

All of that changed circa 2010 when I gained access to the full potential of the internet and its shiny offerings in the form of social media. I met strangers who became my advisors in less than 48 hours.

They cared about me.

I learned about which movies and TV shows to watch to form opinions about myself. I gazed at aspirational photographs displaying what my…

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