Ink And Insights

I never accept follow requests from strangers. But that day, I did. Maybe it was the Valentine air, the scent of flowers in full bloom, or just an impulsive desire that made me not only accept but also reply to a stranger’s Instagram message. His profile wasn’t the usual shady Delhi boy aesthetic—no forced gym selfies, no flashy cars. Instead, he had a staggering 11k followers, the title of a lawyer, and the look of someone from a well-off family. Two days into our conversations—smooth, effortless, almost like we’d known each other before—he asked me to meet. Of course. Now, you must be thinking, how was this a blind date if we had already seen each other’s pictures? Not just one, but many—carefully curated Instagram posts, giving us a fair idea of what the other looked like. But I’ll tell you why it was still blind. Because here came the obstacle —my disability. Online dating and blind dates are not for the faint-hearted, that’s true. But when it comes to someone with a disa...

The clock strikes 1 AM. Here I sit, staring at my laptop, fueled by the belief that discipline is the key to greatness. But earlier today, someone casually dropped this gem: the best time to write is at 5 or 6 AM because the mind is freshest. Now, I can’t help but wonder—am I on the path to greatness, or just chronically misaligned with the universe’s schedule? Indian culture holds Brahma Muhurta—or Amrit Vela , if you prefer—in high regard, urging us to rise with the sun. The early hours are said to bring clarity, focus, and a divine sense of purpose. But ever since I was a child, I’ve always found my focus sharpest in the silence of the night. Because let’s be honest, no matter how early I wake up in an Indian household, even at 5 AM, I’ll still bump into a family member who’s already up at 4:30, ready with 10 questions. As I grew older, and the pressure around me grew—how I was wasting away my life—I tried to become a morning person. Spoiler alert: I failed miserably every single ti...