Posts from the lifestyle category.
1. AbandonedLeft on the street with no guide or map,I picked myself up and closed the gap.They said I was done, said I’d fall and break,I built from the ashes for my own sake.Storms tried to pull me under the tide,I learned to swim with the hurt inside.Scars on my back, but fire in my crown,They left me to sink. But I did not drown.2. UnbrokenThey tried to bury me under the weight,I turned the dir...
“What’s your price?”It is an uncomfortable question because we are used to putting prices on almost everything. A house has a price. A car has a price. A company has a valuation. Even our time is increasingly measured in money.But what happens when the question is directed at a human being?That discomfort is precisely where Dr. Manjit Hans begins in What’s Your Price? Understanding Your Worth. The...
(Part 4 of 4)Watch me walk in like I own the room,Turned all my grief into a garden that bloomed.They counted me out, now they count my wins,Every \you can't\ just fuels what begins.Crown on my head, but I earned every scar,Started from nothing and came this far.Abandoned before but watch me soar,What tried to stop me made me unstoppable more.
What if having it all is not about getting everything?What does it actually mean to have it all?More money? A successful career? A happy family? Good health? Inner peace? Meaningful relationships? Freedom from regret?We tend to imagine these things as items on a checklist. The more boxes we tick, the closer we are to a great life.Gaur Gopal Das’s You Can Have It All made me question that definitio...
Why does a young woman avoid buying a personal product from the family grocer?Why can a Sunday breakfast table in an Indian home look like a tour of the world?And why can a retailer with a deceptively simple business model understand Indian consumers better than companies with far larger resources?These questions are more interesting than they first appear because they point to something businesse...
We often think we know a place because we know its address.We know the roads. We know the buildings. We know where to get tea. We know which corner is crowded in the evening. We know where people walk, where children play and where politicians once stood behind microphones.But knowing a place is not the same as knowing its memory.That distinction is at the heart of Shanta Gokhale’s Shivaji Park — ...
I gathered the pieces they left on the floor,And built a new version I couldn’t ignore.Old dreams died, so I planted new seeds,Watered them with work and fed all my needs.No more waiting for someone to call,I became the reason I got up from the fall.I stitched every wound without a frown,From all that I lost. I rebuilt my crown.
There is a particular kind of guilt that doesn’t arrive with an accusation.It arrives disguised as concern.“Are you eating too much?”“You should lose some weight.”“You’re getting too ambitious.”“Don’t you think you should spend more time with the family?”“Why are you so sensitive?”And because the person saying it is often an aunt, a parent, a colleague, a friend — or simply someone who believes th...
