The Money Ledger
I sat down with a pen, a notebook, and a year of online receipts. The number was ₹3.77 lakhs. Here's what was actually underneath it.
The Inner Ledger
One Friday with no meetings, I sat down and listed every task I had been avoiding for almost a year. I am not kidding when I say it took me the entire day. Three months later, 40% of those tasks are still pending — and I am still figuring out if that means I am failing.
the body keeps the score
For years, I told myself the snoring was just stress. The choking at night was just acid reflux. The bone-deep exhaustion was just corporate life. I was 33 when a sleep study finally told me the truth: severe obstructive sleep apnea. My husband had been watching me stop breathing in
self-improvement
At the beginning of every year, I sat down with my favourite Milan P1 pen from Crosswords and a fresh journal to write my goals. I usually completed at least 70% of them. But they never added up for a life I was intentionally building. This year, I paused that
self-improvement
When I stopped scrolling for good and tried to sit quietly with my uncomfortable thoughts (not always successfully), my mind often drifted to the pain I may have caused others through my words and actions. I winced at the guilt it triggered in my heart. This wasn’t the first
personal growth and relationships
It was a sunny Saturday when my husband and I attended one of my colleagues' housewarming ceremonies. I was dolled up and excited to attend the event. It’s rare these days to receive an invitation, and even rarer for a non-wedding event. Almost everyone we know in our
emotional healing journey
Content Note: This piece discusses emotional distress. Please read with caution. Hospital waiting rooms are strange places to be. Some sit with hope in their hands and fear in their stomachs, pretending to scroll through their phones while waiting for life-changing news. Some wait impatiently, thinking about their next tasks,
One Friday with no meetings, I sat down and listed every task I had been avoiding for almost a year. I am not kidding when I say it took me the entire day. Three months later, 40% of those tasks are still pending — and I am still figuring out if that means I am failing.
For years, I told myself the snoring was just stress. The choking at night was just acid reflux. The bone-deep exhaustion was just corporate life. I was 33 when a sleep study finally told me the truth: severe obstructive sleep apnea. My husband had been watching me stop breathing in
Content Note: This piece discusses emotional distress. Please read with caution. Hospital waiting rooms are strange places to be. Some sit with hope in their hands and fear in their stomachs, pretending to scroll through their phones while waiting for life-changing news. Some wait impatiently, thinking about their next tasks,
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I almost didn’t write this. Reflecting on this topic meant confronting truths I had kept buried for a long time. Accepting that reality meant forcing myself to examine how I work and how I project confidence. Writing this felt like a point of no return. This is a complex
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