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For the person who keeps saying I’m fine (opens the original)
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You say you’re fine at work when someone asks while passing your desk.“Yeah, I’m fine.”Then you turn back to the screen.Maybe you had a terrible morning. Maybe you slept badly. Maybe you’re just tired.You don’t have time to explain any of it.Subscribe nowYour mother asks how you are on the phone.“I’m fine.”You say it quickly because you already know what comes next.She’l
I don’t remember the last time I was bored (opens the original)
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I went to a railway station an hour early the other day.I was there to pick someone up, so I had no reason to reach that early. I could have stayed home for another hour and arrived closer to the train. Instead, I wanted to sit at the station for a while. I wanted to hear the trains, watch people coming and going, and spend some time without looking at my phone.It was a small station in a rural area, so there wasn’t the usual rush you see at a busy railway station. I found a chair close to the t
The freedom I wanted at eighteen (opens the original)
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Every August 15, we hear a lot about freedom. When I was growing up, it mostly meant one thing. It was about the country, the flag, the stories from the freedom struggle, and the speeches we heard in school. I don’t remember thinking much about what freedom meant in my own life. Perhaps when you are young, freedom doesn’t feel like an idea you need to define. You simply notice the things you are not free to do.I remember being around eighteen and wanting a little money of my own. A hundred rupee
The conversations we lost while everything became faster (opens the original)
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I still remember waiting for food at a small restaurant.It was not a special place. I was not meeting anyone. I had simply ordered something and was sitting there, looking around, waiting for my name to be called.After a few minutes, a man sitting nearby asked me, “Have you tried the food here before?”I told him I was also visiting for the first time.That was it.A simple answer to a simple question.But somehow, that small exchange turned into a conversation.We spoke about the restaurant, the are
The parts we leave behind (opens the original)
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There are parts of me that don’t feel entirely mine.Not because someone gave them to me.Because somewhere along the way, I simply started carrying them.The strange thing is, I don’t remember when it happened.Nobody tells you, “You’re about to become a little more like me.”It happens while life is busy being ordinary.A friend orders tea every time you meet. You don’t even like tea, so you order coffee.A few months later, you’re drinking tea too.Years pass. The conversations fade, but the tea stay
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