Posts from the personal development category.
Every few years, we stand in long queues under the scorching sun, proudly ink our fingers, and cast our votes. We are told that this is the greatest celebration of democracy.But I often find myself asking a simple question:If the voices of the people are not consistently reflected in governance, what is the true purpose of an election?Democracy was never meant to be just about choosing representat...
Silence is rarely just the absence of sound. More often, it’s a heavy, crowded space — filled with the exact words we chose not to say, the parts of ourselves we hide, and the grief we can’t quite put into words.In Things We Never Said, Parekhit Bhattacharjee looks straight into this specific weight through a collection of micro-stories and lyrical prose. Instead of relying on sweeping plots or gr...
When l learn new things, its difficult to unnotice them around me.
i walked by this place almost daily for two years. if only i had looked up sooner. ah well. better late than never.
The night had grown quieter, but the wind hadn’t.A gentle breeze slipped through the small wooden balcony, nudging its loose railing against the wall with a soft, rhythmic knock. The sound echoed through the silence, almost like a heartbeat.Meera sat curled up in the corner of the balcony.Headphones rested over her ears, though the music had long faded into the background. A worn journal lay open ...
He had to return to city after his visit to village, it had been many years that he visited his village home and dint knew about the transport system inside the village. With a thankful thought he waited for the bus as he got to know that the sate transport bus was made available twice daily and especially looking into the need of the students in the village. He accompanied waiting with the studen...
There is an unwritten rule that many of us carry without realizing it: if someone speaks about meditation, they should probably live an austere life. If they drive a luxury car, enjoy technology, or practise a combat sport, their spirituality somehow feels less convincing. My Life, My Journey quietly dismantles that assumption.Jhuma Panda introduces herself as a yogini who drives a Jaguar, practis...
Every football match ends with a scoreline. Life rarely does. We remember the trophy, the missed penalty, the winning goal, but the conversations that never happened, the sacrifices made quietly at home, and the fears carried long after the stadium empties never find their way onto the scoreboard. That is the territory Devendra Garware chooses to explore in Shadows & Goals. Football gives the stor...
Every time Sheldon Cooper appeared on The Big Bang Theory, I’d laugh at how someone could become so consumed by equations that the rest of the world seemed like background noise. I’d enjoy the jokes, shake my head, and think, “Thank goodness I’m not a mathematician.”The truth is, I hate mathematics.I always have.If you asked me to choose between solving an equation and reading a history book, I’d ...
Some books arrive with arguments. Others arrive with answers. Letters from Your Therapist: On Love and Loss arrives with something far less common: permission. Permission to admit that grief does not always follow bereavement, that love can exist alongside resentment, and that healing is often less dramatic than the stories we tell about it. In a culture where emotional endurance is frequently mis...
