Every Hindu temple has a bell. It’s almost always the first thing you encounter - a small ritual before the rituals begin. A rope, a ring, a sound. For years, I did it without thinking. A polite, almost mechanical motion before stepping into the … [Continue reading]
It’s one of life’s quiet tragedies - the way people who once lived, worked, loved, played, and struggled together, sometimes for decades, slowly slide away from each other. It’s not always dramatic. In fact, it rarely is. It’s not the thunderclap … [Continue reading]
There’s something almost tragic in how easily the notion of patriotism can be hijacked and diluted into a shallow performance. Recently, in Canada, a wave of reactionary nationalism has swept through conversations and headlines, fueled by a trade … [Continue reading]
There’s something uniquely frustrating about seeing what’s coming and watching everyone else miss it - not because you’re smarter, but because you’re paying attention to things they’re not. For the past six months, I’ve been telling anyone who … [Continue reading]
I get this question more often than I’d like to admit - usually asked with a polite smile and a pause that says more than words ever could: “Your parents live with you? And your sister?” It’s not said outright, but it’s there - in the tilt of the … [Continue reading]
We spend a good part of our lives trying to avoid fear. We plan, we prepare, we hustle, we build, we chase. We try to stay ahead of it. Outsmart it. Outrun it. But fear isn’t something outside of us - it’s something we’ve built inside. Brick by … [Continue reading]
We like to believe change happened to us. That someone else is to blame for what (we believe) Canada has become. But the truth is harder - and far more important. Whatever that change is, we let it happen. Not through grand decisions, but through … [Continue reading]
I write to remember, not to be remembered. I don’t write for applause, algorithms, or applause disguised as analytics. I write because I need to. Because there’s something about the act of putting thought into form that anchors me - here, now, in … [Continue reading]
There’s a fine line between stepping back and falling apart. Between choosing to disconnect and unraveling completely. Between reclaiming control and losing your grip. The difference? Intent. We live in a world that mistakes noise for … [Continue reading]