MAP OF MY SOUL

If you think about it, Krishna wasn’t just a god with a flute; he was the friend who knew how to lighten the mood, the lover who redefined intimacy, and the philosopher who casually dropped the deepest TED Talk of all time on a battlefield. His life was this wild mashup of playfulness and profound wisdom, which honestly feels like the blueprint we’re all trying to crack in our own chaotic twenties. He never picked one extreme. He danced all night with Radha and the Gopis and then turned around to guide Arjuna through the hardest war of his life. That balance is what hits me most — this reminder that you don’t have to choose between being lighthearted and being serious. You can laugh, flirt, make mistakes, and still be grounded in something unshakable. Maybe that’s why Kanha still feels so timeless: he lived with depth but never let go of joy. And love… oh lord, the man defined love differently. Keshava made us see it isn’t about labels, timelines, or picture-perfect endings. Radh...

  Today, I sat across from someone unraveling in silence. He wasn’t screaming. He wasn’t crying. He was just… quietly at war with himself. And I, a teenager with a borrowed title of interviewer , ended up being his temporary shelter. He opened up like he’d been waiting for someone to just ask — no pity, no preaching. Just presence. And as I listened, something shifted. In him, yes. But also in me . This wasn’t just a psychology project anymore. This was a full-blown encounter with the dark corners of the human condition — shame, violence, self-harm, numbness, trauma disguised as ‘curiosity’, and a desperate hunger for connection dressed up as chaos. I was dazed. In a trance. I had to keep telling him, “It’s okay. You’re not alone. These things happen. You're not broken.” Even though inside me, the ground was shaking. Because who teaches you how to stay calm when someone tells you they’ve tasted raw flesh? But I stayed. I listened . And somewhere in the middle of...