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Discovery

I was thinking about your mom’s philosophy of Sankalp—the idea of choosing a path and holding to it with devotion. For a long time, I felt like a misfit because commitment never came easily to me. After meeting Satyaji, I realized there’s another way—my way. Not refusing choice, but not binding every moment to an outcome either. To think, to simply be, and let life either carry me toward something or gently shift my course. Both ways are enough. Fasting is revealing the clearest form of that being. I’m three days in, and the practice is already showing me small, honest fragments of who I am. At first it brings a quiet emptiness, then a voice—my mind whispering weakness, bargaining, or pride. I notice those stories without engaging them. I ask my body what it needs, and I listen. Sometimes the answer is rest, sometimes patience, sometimes a quiet recognition that strength can be soft. Each fast feels like a mirror, a map. It reveals where craving tightens, where compassion softens, and ...
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The Fast, the Found, and the EarPods 🎧✨

I went digging in the lost-and-found, hoping to score a laptop charger. Instead, destiny handed me something shinier: a pair of EarPods. My heart whispered: “Perfect! Think of all those endless Teams calls—you’ll finally hear everything clearly. Take them, it’s fate!” My mind snapped: “This isn’t fate—it’s theft. People here take pride in finding their valuables untouched, even after days. Don’t ruin that story with your sticky hands.” Round one went to the heart. I slipped them in, feeling like the champion of productivity. But then my mind came back with a knockout line: “Hold up—you’re fasting today. You’ll give up food for the sake of God, but you’ll snatch EarPods for the sake of Teams?” Checkmate. Fasting without food may cleanse the body, but using stolen EarPods on Teams will only scramble the soul. Moral: Better bad audio than a bad conscience.
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Scary dreams 😹

 Another one of my story So there I was, deep in sleep, when suddenly—whoooosh!—the sound of wild winds jolted me halfway awake. Not fully conscious, just floating in that weird twilight zone between dreamland and reality. And then... I heard it. A cat. Meowing. softly. Persistently. Now, as you know—I don’t own a cat. Never have. So naturally, my half-asleep brain jumped to the most logical conclusion: Ghost cat.  Paranormal feline activity. Heart racing, I snapped fully awake, ready to confront the spectral intruder. And that’s when I realized… It wasn’t a cat. It was my blocked nose making weird, nasal squeaky sounds.
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A Walk to Remember (or Forget 🤣💩)

 You won’t believe what happened on my walk today… So I’m walking all chill… and suddenly—emergency poop alert!! 🚨💩 I swear my stomach betrayed me. But wait—did I panic? Nope. I went full yogini mode ✨ and switched on bandha lock. Poof—urge gone! 🙌 Except… tiny issue… once you lock, you can’t unlock 😅 So I had to finish my entire walk walking like a robot yoga instructor. Upside: posture = 🔥, abs = engaged, I legit looked like I knew what I was doing. Downside: I was praying with every step— “Dear God, please no poop… and please no London rain ☔.” And the culprit of this drama? 👉 Me, taking TWO Kayam Churan tablets last night. Why? Don’t ask. 🤯 Result? ✔️ Free core workout ✔️ Unexpected spiritual experience 🙏 ✔️ 1 kg weight loss overnight ⚖️🤣 Moral: sometimes fitness comes from the most ridiculous life choices.
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Confidence, Chaos and Bathrooms

 Confidence, Chaos, and Bathrooms “When your victory strut meets a restroom plot twist.” 🚪💧 Today was one of those glorious days at work. I solved a huge, complex problem — the kind that makes you feel like you’ve unlocked a new level in life. Walking back to my desk, I was strutting like a queen, chin high, shoulders back, confidence radiating. 💃✨ Then nature reminded me who’s really in charge. Still basking in my victory glow, I headed to the restroom, chuckling to myself over my win. But as soon as I walked in, I heard voices. Deep, unmistakable men’s voices. My mood went from joyful to furious in two seconds flat. How dare they? I mentally started plotting their public embarrassment. And then… the sound of trickling water. 💧😳 It hit me like a lightning bolt — I was the intruder. The anger melted into sheer panic. My inner monologue switched instantly from “I will embarrass them” to “get me out of here before I cause a scene!” I tiptoed toward the door like a ninja, praying...
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