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  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...

  The Ache That Outlives Love I recently watched the trailer of Main Vaapas Aaunga , and one idea from it stayed with me. A man separated from the woman he loved during Partition spends seventy-eight years longing to meet her again. Even near death, he cannot let go because somewhere inside him, he still believes he has to see her one last time. And honestly, it made me wonder: do people really love like that? Not just deeply, but endlessly. The kind of love where one person remains in your heart for decades, where life moves on but the ache does not. The truth is, stories like these feel far removed from ordinary reality. We love our spouses, partners, boyfriends, girlfriends. We grieve when relationships end. But most people eventually heal, adapt, and continue living. Human beings are built more for survival than for lifelong heartbreak. And yet, the love stories that stay with us the longest are usually the tragic ones. Romeo and Juliet. Devdas. The Great Gatsby. Veer-Zaa...

  Music Lives Where Language Ends Somewhere between words and silence, music exists like a living emotion. It does not ask which country you belong to, what language you speak, or what religion you follow. It simply arrives and settles within you. A person may not understand a single word of a song and still feel heartbreak in it, or peace, or longing. That has always fascinated me. I sometimes think music was humanity’s first real language. Before people learned to explain emotions, they probably felt them through rhythm. Even a heartbeat follows a pattern. Even a child responds to melody before understanding words. There is something deeply instinctive about it. Maybe that is why certain musicians become universal. People across the world connect to them even when they do not understand the language they sing in. Michael Jackson made people dance across continents without needing translation. A. R. Rahman can make listeners feel spirituality and longing through sound alone. La...

  Who Really Stays? We are born into families without choice, but friendships are chosen. And maybe that is exactly why friendships become such an important part of life. We need people around us who make life feel lighter, people we can lean on, laugh with, sit with without effort, and simply feel understood by. Sometimes they belong to our own age group, sometimes they don’t, but certain people naturally form a comfort around us, and having such friends around is genuinely a delight. But of late, I’ve been thinking more deeply about friendships and what actually makes them real. Of course, talking, chatting, having fun, spending time together, all these things matter. But over a period of time, friendships survive more on longevity, honesty, commitment, and whether people genuinely stay by each other’s side, not just when things are convenient for them. True friendship, to me, is also about mental wavelength. Sharing thoughts openly. Agreeing sometimes, disagreeing honestly a...

The Gray Areas of Love: Stories We Can’t Fully Judge We were having one of those conversations the other day. The kind that begins casually and then, without warning, becomes uncomfortably honest. It started with infidelity. But like most real conversations, it didn’t stay there for long. Someone brought up the present generation and how physical intimacy today often feels detached from emotional weight. Almost like a biological need. Like eating food. No strings attached, no promises, no permanence. People move from one connection to another until maybe, someday, something feels worth staying for. Or maybe not. The urgency to stay itself seems to have faded. And then came the comparison we always make. The generation before us. The ones who stayed. Stayed through incompatibility, silence, emotional distance, routine, even resentment. They built homes, raised children, carried responsibilities, and passed down values that somehow now feel outdated to the very people they wer...