life
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Conversation with Rickshaw wala
This morning, on my way to the station, I sat in a rickshaw—another routine ride in Mumbai. Nothing dramatic. No expectations. “Bhaiyaa, station chaloge?” “Hmm.” “Online hai?” He smiled, looked at me through the mirror and said, “Aap baitho toh sahi. Online–offline, sab bata deta hoon.” I told him honestly, “Aap baad mein ladte ho… Read more
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Falling Out of Rhythm
There was a version of me that lived by structure. I went to the gym not because I felt like it, but because it was time.I ate clean, slept on time, and woke up early.My days had a shape. My nights had an end.Life felt controlled—not perfect, but steady. Discipline wasn’t something I questioned back… Read more
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