Random Reveries

  There’s a strange kind of silence that comes after achieving what the world calls “success.” A heavy, unexplainable emptiness that no applause, no title, no bank balance can fill. It creeps in slowly — sometimes during a quiet evening, sometimes in the middle of a celebration — and you find yourself asking, “What am I doing? What is the purpose of all this?” We live much of our lives chasing goals that society has defined for us — degrees, jobs, homes, status, validation. We tick the boxes one after another, feeling temporary pride after each achievement. But as the noise of the celebration fades, what remains is a haunting realization: Achievements satisfy the ego, but rarely nourish the soul. You start to sense that true happiness doesn’t come from crossing finish lines. You begin to understand that success, while admirable, is not the same as fulfillment. And you find yourself wondering — If achieving everything that was supposed to make me happy still leaves me ques...

There are days when it feels like everything is slipping through your fingers. Your plans fail, your passion feels pointless, and the silence around you is louder than your thoughts. But here’s one truth that has carried many through the darkest nights:  It’s not the last day of the world. let me tell you about Arjun, Arjun was a dreamer — not the loud kind, but the relentless kind.  He didn’t chase art for applause. He painted because it was his heartbeat. He believed that one day, his work would speak to someone the way it spoke to him. But passion doesn’t always pay rent. He lived in a single-room flat with a leaking roof and barely enough to eat. Every evening, he waited tables or washed dishes. Every night, he painted until sleep won the battle. Yet the world stayed silent. Gallery doors closed. Applications got no reply. Family stopped asking how the dream was going. Even his friends gently suggested he “try something else.” Then came the night that almost broke him. I...