Category: Musings

Landing in Jodhpur always had a sweet start, quite literally. Every time I arrived, I was greeted not just by the familiar, warm faces of home but also by the tantalizing scent of rabdi ghewar waiting for me in the car. This wasn’t just any treat; it was a ritual, a symbol of homecoming steeped…

The Detrimental Impacts of Selective Inclusion- Selective inclusion occurs when opportunities, information, and decision-making are restricted to a select few, often based on factors unrelated to job performance. This creates a damaging dichotomy within the workplace, dividing teams into ‘insiders’ and ‘outsiders.’ Such a dichotomy is devastating, as it sows seeds of division and discontent….

When I was small, every morning before the sun had even stretched its golden arms across the sky, I would wake up to the sound of my dadi’s soft voice. She would gently shake me awake, her bangles jingling as she whispered, “Chalo, beta, it’s time for the temple.” Wrapped in a cozy shawl, I…

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,…