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You Only Live Once. Unfortunately, the Credit Card Bill Does Too.
Booking a holiday is pure dopamine. Paying for it is a different emotion entirely. On YOLO travel spending and the credit card bill that always, always remembers.
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An open letter to memories
An open letter to memories — on how time edits our worst pain into something survivable, and our brightest joy into something we can no longer quite feel, only remember.
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Busy Building the Future: Why AI Was Supposed to Give Us Our Time Back
AI promised to hand us our time back. Instead it filled every saved minute with more work — on monsoon, markets, and the book still waiting on the nightstand.
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The Swiss Have a Very Elegant Way of Making You Feel Poor: Notes from St. Moritz
Badrutt’s Palace, AI-generated lakes, privately educated dogs, and one emotionally supportive ice cream. Switzerland wins, elegantly.
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The Audacity of Caring Too Much: When Work Gets Personal in Your 40s
Somewhere in my mid-30s, work stopped being about money — and started being inconveniently personal. On caring too much in a senior role.
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When the Nervous System Wants to Exit the Chat: Ending a Toxic Friendship in Your 40s
Nobody talks about friendship breakups in your 40s. On cruelty disguised as humour, and finally being done.
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AI Anxiety and the Fantasy of Early Retirement: A Midlife Career Reckoning
I’m scared AI will take my job. I also fantasize about not having one. A very stable midlife career reckoning.
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Turning 42 on a Tuesday: What Birthdays Feel Like in Your 40s
I turned 42 on a Tuesday and took the day off like a rebel. On what birthdays actually feel like in your 40s.
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Avengers Assemble: On Friendships That Don’t Fit in One Room
My friends are scattered across cities, time zones, and emotional bandwidths — and they all show up exactly when I need them.
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Sad, Sore, Smogged: Surviving a Delhi Winter Burnout
Gurugram smog, a brain that has stopped cooperating, and the specific exhaustion of a December week in your 40s.
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