Author: Neha

  • Coping with Panic Attacks: Tips and Strategies

    We live in an era where our nervous systems rarely get a true pause. Constant “pings” from phones, breaking news headlines about climate change, fluctuating job markets, inflation worries, family expectations, and the endless hustle culture have created an environment where our minds are on guard more than they rest. In urban India, this pressure…

  • The Art of Quiet Living: Cultivating Calm

    Honestly, peace for me isn’t some big, dramatic thing, it’s in the small, almost invisible moments that feel like home to my soul. I’m a very conservative, introverted person, so the things that bring me peace might sound boring to some, but for me, they’re everything. I find peace in solitude, the kind where you…

  • The Professions That Inspire: Heart Over Paycheck

    If I’m being honest, the profession I admire the most isn’t about a fancy title or a big paycheck, it’s about the heart behind the work.Because in today’s world, let’s face it… it’s rare to find people who do their job for the right reasons. Everywhere you look, there’s selfishness, greed, and a kind of…

  • A Candle in the Dark

    If I’m being honest, I don’t dream of my blog becoming “famous.” I dream of it becoming useful. I want it to be that little safe corner on the internet where someone can land on a rainy Tuesday night, scroll through a few posts, and feel like their heart is being held. I want it…

  • The Life I Dream Of

    In an alternate universe, I think I’m living somewhere near the mountains, not the kind of mountains people hike just for Instagram stories, but the kind that feel like they have souls. I wake up to the sound of birds and the scent of wet soil, not alarm clocks and deadlines. There’s no constant rush,…

  • Curious Soul

    Honestly, everything.But not in the academic way we’re taught to be curious in school. Not in the “read a chapter and give an answer” kind of way.I’m curious about life, the messy, confusing, beautiful, heartbreaking experience of just being human. I often find myself staring at the ceiling at 2 AM, wondering: Why is my…

  • Beyond What Eyes Can See

    If someone couldn’t see me and asked me to describe myself, I think I’d pause, not because I wouldn’t know what to say, but because it’s hard to wrap a whole human into neat little words. Still, I’d try. I’d say, “I’m someone who feels deeply, even when I don’t show it. I live in…

  • Unfiltered Truth

    Honestly, if I could change something about modern society, I wouldn’t just point fingers at governments or technology or “the youth these days.” I’d start with how deeply disconnected we’ve become, from ourselves, from each other, and from what actually matters. We live in a world that’s more connected than ever, and yet so many…

  • Strings That Choke

    What really bothers me is this constant, invisible pressure to live a life that’s not even mine. I feel like I was handed a script the moment I was born, written by society, edited by relatives, and directed by my parents. And I’m expected to perform flawlessly, without question. Like a kathputli (a puppet on…

  • Softening into Peace

    Recently, I’ve been asking myself this question, not merely reflectively, but on a soul level. What am I holding on to that is keeping me out of balance with peace, with joy, with who I truly am? And the response arrives softly, but clearly, I could release toxic people. The ones who suck the life…