There are mornings when I catch myself hurrying for absolutely no reason. The tea is brewing, breakfast is on the table, nothing is burning, no one is waiting and I'm not even late. Still, I find myself moving faster than the moment asks me to. Opening one cupboard before I've closed another, walking quickly from one room to the next, checking my phone while waiting for the kettle to boil, mentally arranging tomorrow before today has properly not even begun. It happens so nat

Have you ever slept for eight or nine hours and still woken up tired? Not physically tired. But something else, like a heaviness that lingers even after the body has supposedly rested. And then there are other mornings. You sleep fewer hours than usual, yet wake up surprisingly refreshed. Clear. Light. Ready for the day. For a long time, I assumed sleep was simply a matter of quantity. More sleep meant more rest. But experience kept suggesting otherwise - Not all sleep is res

A few years ago, I found myself looking forward to weekends in a way that felt almost desperate. Monday would arrive, and before lunch I would already be thinking about Friday. Friday would come, and by Sunday evening there would be a familiar heaviness in the air. The weekend was ending. The cycle was beginning again. At the time, I didn't think much of it. Most people around me seemed to be living the same way. We worked, we worried, we paid bills, we made plans, and occasi

We often feel we need to be there for everyone & everything except for ourselves. We have the habit of ignoring ourselves under the pretext of responsibility. Yes, we have responsibilities. Responsibilities towards work, family , home & the world. But the most important responsibility we have is towards ourselves. We often neglect our physical, mental & emotional health because something else is a priority. The fact is, our number one priority should be us. We can serve other

It was a morning of Dec 2017, when I decided to arrange my wardrobe after a series of family weddings. When I started removing stuff to arrange it properly, it seemed as if there was some mystery hole in my wardrobe, from where all the stuff just kept coming out, it was unending! By the time, I emptied my wardrobes, I was shocked to see the amount of clothes, footwear and accessories I had. That was when it hit me: How much of this stuff I actually use? How much of this stuf