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Nothing is ever truly out of date

  Nothing Is Ever Truly Out of Date Today, while watching The Bold Type , I found myself thinking about something much larger than the story unfolding on the screen. The series revolves around Scarlet , a magazine that, like many publications today, transitions from print to digital. It is a practical decision. Digital platforms are faster, cheaper, and more accessible. The world is moving in that direction, and magazines are moving with it. Yet what caught my attention was not the transition itself. For the launch of its first digital issue, the magazine chose to revisit its history. Former employees returned, old stories resurfaced, and decades of work were celebrated. As the magazine stepped into the future, it paused to look back. That felt familiar. We often assume that progress means leaving things behind. New technologies replace old ones. New generations take over from older ones. New trends push aside those that once defined an era. But do they really disappear? Fa...
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Rishikesh- beyond the itinerary

  What I Found in Rishikesh Wasn’t on the Itinerary My feet were submerged in the icy water of a mountain stream. A steaming cup of chai warmed my hands, and a plate of hot Maggi sat beside me. The water rushed past my ankles, carrying with it a coolness that seemed to wash away the noise of everyday life. Around me, the hills stood quietly, wrapped in shades of green, while the sound of the stream drowned out every deadline, every responsibility, and every thought waiting back home. For a few moments, nothing needed my attention. As I sat there near Neer Waterfall in Rishikesh, I realised this was exactly what I had been looking for. Not adventure. Not sightseeing. Just a pause. Rishikesh had been on my travel list for years. I had always imagined the Ganga here to be cleaner, calmer, and somehow closer to nature. I had heard countless stories about river rafting and spiritual retreats, but neither was the real reason for this journey. I came looking for rejuvenation, and over...

Not every smile wishes you well

  Not Every Smile Wishes You Well One of the hardest things to accept about life is that not everyone standing beside you is standing with you. Some people enter our lives as friends, speak kindly, celebrate with us, laugh with us, and still quietly carry comparison in their hearts. You do not notice it immediately because real resentment rarely arrives loudly. It hides itself behind compliments, casual criticism, fake concern, and silent competition. And perhaps that is why testing times matter so much. Difficult moments reveal people. But strangely, success reveals them too. The moment money, popularity, recognition, or growth enters someone’s life, relationships begin changing in ways nobody talks about openly. The same achievement that brings happiness also brings comparison. Suddenly people start measuring worth through status, influence, lifestyle, or visibility. Who is doing better? Who is earning more? Who is more respected? Who is more admired? And somewhere in t...

Consumed by what we consume

  Consumed by What We Consume We often talk about consuming content as if it ends the moment we scroll past it. But the truth is, what we consume eventually begins consuming us too. Maybe that is the contradiction I find myself facing these days. The strange distance between the world that teaches wisdom and the world that entertains us. On one side, my social media feed is filled with spirituality, scriptures, reflections, manifestations, calm thoughts, and reminders to become better human beings. There is comfort in that space. It feels grounding. It feels like a pause from the noise. And then there is the other side of the same screen. A world of reels where people laugh at humiliation, where insults are passed off as humour, where interfering in someone else’s life becomes entertainment, and where harshness suddenly looks fashionable. The louder, sharper, and more careless you are, the more attention you receive. What confuses me even more is the reaction when I question...