Few years ago, I started a thing with full of dreams and ambitions.

WORKED HARD FOR THAT.

One day sudden bolt of thunder happens and I decided to QUIT. I usually don’t quit easily but IT’S JUST A MOMENT when you know, it’s the time.

A short story it seems but let me finish…

Before reaching at conclusion, I have made a list of pros and cons multiple times and try to arrive at middle path (basic method taught in elementary). Quitting doesn’t happen a single day, there is repetitive thought making round in mind that something is not going in the direction that you want it to go.

After multiple rounds of self reflection and simultaneously working for the thing, there is some lacking, you feel in the heart. From “Day One” you reach to the “One Day”, the day you finally decided because you can’t do that thing anymore and exhausted in the process.

After quitting the thing, still little spark of that ambition lights up when I look at that thing and the progress that it can provide. Now I have come to terms with this situation. Still some days I sit in my room and think if it’s the right decision that I have made. The only answer comes from my inner is “a YES”, I feel free of some burden which is upon me for so many years.

Definitely quitting is not easy especially it’s a thing you have dreamt for many years but it’s the path that you have to cross to reach where you truly want to be. There is a beautiful world on other side of that thing waiting to welcome us with wide open arms.

DREAMING is unstoppable but some things are.

Light and elated.

A very small snippet from a random evening from June 2025

A Friday evening, just after my office, I went to a stationery shop (my recent favourite place to be at). Bought myself some stuff to be used for my creative area. It gives you an another type of satisfaction after buying stationery stuff.

After my purchase, I thought of having dinner at that place. So, I thought of moving to Haldiram’s and get me my dinner and read my current e-book Bird by Bird by Ann Lamott. And there I saw two families, some sort of formal meeting it feels in beginning. Later, I have realised that they are there for some arrange marriage meeting thing. After seeing the families, I can’t focus on reading and start observing the hope so couple-to-be. They both are blushing, just like that first time teenage love. The two young one’s are communicating about their jobs (this is only I can overheard).

Sooner, matchmaking thing mixed with the random chaos of the place and it became part of the noise to me.

I finished my dinner along with read on kindle and then wrapped up my evening.

the eyes of a cat,

the eyes during a smile, 

the swollen eyes after crying,

the eyes when taking a sneak at a thing,

the eyes longing for a sight,

children’s innocent eyes,

the adult eyes,

aged eyes,

the eyes of a lover,

poor’s eyes,

eyes of the rich,

that curious eyes,

sleep deprived eyes,

confused eyes,

observant eyes

eyes always tell a story

of a faith, hope, acceptance & a lot more

admire them by diving in.

Festive laziness is productive because it force you do something productive after festivities.

  1. Got hands on the book “Art and Fear” by David Bayles and Ted Orland. Two cool phrases are “Art is made by ordinary people” and “Making art can feel dangerous and revealing”.
  2. Draw your mind out on a paper first and then make it look decent but sometimes, it needn’t to look good.
  3. Again revisiting the book “Hell yeah or no” by Derek Sivers. I feel that I’m more inclined towards the books/pdf/letters/notes with less words on a page.
  4. Worth visiting the digital space of Sahil Bloom. Loved his newsletters in form of short stories.
  5. Taking more than 1 nap in a day because why not. This is what festivities are for – rest.
  6. Watching 2 podcasts on creativity within a week.

Someone crossed our path like no one has ever did

No matter how often the sand veils the trail

The dune has to shift

Leaving behind the creatures print that once walked

When the imagined image fades

The real person appears

Eyes searching in another for a life once lived

A life more beautiful when everything is usual

The future holds its breath in the turning seasons

And winter, quiet and unsure

Shows the path ahead

Lit only by a halogen light

Yellow light will bring the brightness in path

When the switch is on.