There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in. — Leonard Cohen Most of us spend our lives trying not to crack. We reinforce. We protect. We build careful walls around the places that have been hurt before. We become, over time, quite good at it.
A Backstory from our journey to building SuperMummy - a YouTube channel with 100mn+ reach in Bharat June, 2018, Rajasthan. Ajmer. Summer. The kind of heat that makes the air feel solid. She came with her father-in-law. Small handkerchief in her hand. Perspiring. Waiting. The ward was crammed. Six people
The round mirror in my dressing approves. I smile. I am looking good. And somewhere between the mirror and the door, I wonder when exactly I started needing that. Not the lipstick, not the kajal, not the particular way the light falls at this hour. The approval. We all have
Ash on his body. Snakes at his throat. Sitting in the cremation ground where nothing lives. And then — the same one — Parvati beside him, Ganesh on his lap. Dancing. The damru in one hand, the universe in the other. No tradition has ever managed to file Shiv. Ascetic and householder.
Paris. May 19, 1885. For four days, thousands of people are gathered outside a window on Avenue Victor Hugo — a street Paris had renamed after him, the man they loved. Inside, the one who had written more words than most people read in a lifetime. Victor Hugo is 83 years
Princeton, New Jersey. Spring, 1935. Einstein is fifty six years old, having fled Nazi Germany two years before. He has a small office at the Institute for Advanced Study. He walks to work every morning through the quiet streets, usually lost in thought, often without socks. He is the most
So much is lost in the words. Ideas, trust. And sometimes, even love. We've been told the problem is that we listen to respond. That if we could just slow down, put the phone away, stop interrupting — we would finally hear each other. And maybe that's
One day you reach for something you used to carry. A story. A wound. A way of explaining yourself to yourself. And it's not there. Not because you dropped it dramatically, in a moment of great personal clarity. But because somewhere back there, without noticing, you just... put
Some weeks arrive carrying more questions than answers. The temptation, as always, is to resolve them quickly. To find the explanation, the lesson, the neat conclusion. Rilke knew this feeling. He wrote to a young poet who was doing exactly that — reaching for answers before he had learned to sit
After several hot and still days, it's breezy this evening. As I write, I look beyond my desk to a balcony — tall plants moving gently in the breeze. The sun is setting somewhere far on the horizon. I can't see it from here. But the sky
In the quantum realm, an electron exists as a wave of pure possibility. Here, there and everywhere. No fixed location. No predetermined path. Infinite, free, undecided. Until it is observed. In quantum language, observation simply means this — the moment anything in the physical world interacts with the electron, touches it,
Eight billion people on this planet. Yet alone. From time to time we reach this point. Maybe right now. Maybe last Tuesday. Maybe at a party last month surrounded by people who knew our name. Maybe it's because we've never quite separated two things that feel