Author: Mayuri Jain

There’s a myth that you’ll feel ready before doing something that truly matters.That certainty will arrive like sunlight before the leap. That confidence will precede action. But real life doesn’t work that way. Readiness is a product of movement—not a prerequisite.Clarity is something you gather along the path—not at the starting line.Growth doesn’t come from…

The library was my safe space as a child. While other kids ran to the playground, I ran to bookshelves, losing myself in pages filled with adventures. One day, I was waiting in line to check out my favorite book—one I had already read three times but couldn’t get enough of. As I stepped forward,…

It was an ordinary afternoon—one of those slow, uneventful walks home from school, where my thoughts drifted between homework, the smell of freshly baked samosas from the corner shop, and whether I had remembered to return a friend’s book. Then, just as I turned a familiar street corner, I saw it. A tiny puppy, curled…

We live in a world obsessed with timing. Metrics. Milestones.As if life is a checklist and we’re racing to keep up.But the soul doesn’t wear a watch. It doesn’t bloom on schedule. It doesn’t care when others arrived—it only cares that you arrive fully when you do. You are not late to your own life….

There is an ache we carry, so quiet and so familiar that we mistake it for who we are. It’s the ache of disconnection—not from others, but from ourselves. We chase love, applause, accomplishment—not because we are greedy, but because we are exiled. From our own knowing. From our own enoughness. From our own breath….

We grow up fed on stories of romance—epic declarations, serendipitous meetings, dramatic reunions. Love, we are taught, is supposed to be grand. Loud. Cinematic. Something that sweeps us off our feet, that fills the frame, that sings in perfect harmony with violins swelling in the background. But that’s only one face of love.A beautiful one,…

We carry so many versions of ourselves. The one who made that promise five years ago.The one who chased that career path because it felt like safety.The one who said yes when they meant no.The one who tried to fit into places that never felt quite right. And often, even when we’ve outgrown those versions,…

In a world addicted to speed, presence feels like a rebellion. Not just being somewhere physically, but arriving with your whole self. Not just hearing, but listening. Not just looking, but seeing. To be present is to surrender to a moment fully, without trying to hold the past in one hand and the future in…

I still remember that rainy afternoon as vividly as if it happened yesterday. I must have been around six or seven, a little girl with big dreams and an even bigger imagination. The monsoon had arrived, turning the dusty streets into rivers of possibilities. Sitting by the window, I traced my fingers along the cold…