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We stress over each step, Fearing the shadows of “what if.” But what if the answer lies In choosing what feels right, Without the weight of overthinking, Without befriending fear— Just flowing with the gut? A decision made with ease, Without measuring loss unseen, Is freedom in its simplest state. For the mind loves to
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The universe is filled with signs and science. We, the people of Earth, are magnets for each other’s energy. The more others witness the dance of your humanity, the deeper the connection that forms. Genuine connections leave lasting impacts, touching souls in ways unseen. How you affect others ‘mindfully’ may become our lifeline, our luck.
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I don’t know how I got so blessed, But life has eased, and I feel at rest. I left my job, the banker’s grind, For a path unknown, a peace of mind. I met someone who feels like home, A partner with whom I’ll never roam alone. For the first time, Dad did something for
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I’ll tell you a story that might sound like an ad, but trust me, it comes straight from my heart. For three years at Goldman Sachs, my 4 pm break was sacred: dosa, moori, and chai. Not just any dosa, but the perfect one: crispy, with just the right amount of oil, every single day.
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Sometimes, the sky loses its usual grace, Wearing gray, dull and plain. No longer a picture that holds your gaze, Just scattered clouds, and a sun that doesn’t quite warm your face. Birds fly low, close to the ground, And the day feels like it’s missing something, waiting the perfect light But let it burn
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Art needs space to breathe and grow, both physically and emotionally. Like a blank canvas and a set of paints are just the beginning of self-expression. Like pictures and pieces from the past serve as timeless sources of inspiration. Like a small, cherished corner of my workspace becomes a reflection of who I am. That
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Why don’t we study how to understand each other? Why isn’t this something we learn, like math or history? We seek therapists to mend us, But why not teachers of humanity— To spark a shift, To listen not just to words, but to the unsaid, To intercept the desires of those we love, Without the
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It’s so important to read the room. If you just wait, watch, and stay quiet, it’s surprisingly easy to understand how the room sees you. For years, I fought against what the room was trying to tell me. But if you sit still long enough, the room begins to whisper its truths. I spent years
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I don’t know why, but I want to run. Run from the horrors of Palestine, Jallianwala Bagh, The containment camps of Germany, Kashmir, Gujarat, the Twin Towers, From history’s endless cycle of merciless killing. Maybe it’s because I’m lucky. Lucky enough to pretend it’s not real. Because denial is the best medicine, As long as
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I flinch at an unannounced visit. I can’t sleep alone. I dream of what men can do. I brace for that aggression. I was tough once. The girl in a black saree, walking brutally at 4 AM. I’ve roamed cities, slept at bus stations, faced danger head-on. I’ve been touched, used, molested. And I moved
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