A bubble floats, catching the light, shimmering with impossible colours. A child watches, wide-eyed, as if witnessing pure magic. And maybe, just maybe, they are.
Because magic isn’t in the moment—it’s in how we see it. Every day hands us the same raw materials: time, people, possibilities. We can treat them as ordinary, or we can see the shimmer, the wonder, the fleeting brilliance.
The moment offers the opportunity. The magic is ours to make.
Here’s to a week filled with wonder!
The hills of Vagamon do not just sit quietly. They call out, but only if you listen. The winding roads, the tall trees, and the gentle slopes hide their invitation. “Come,” they seem to say. “Climb, and you will see.”
Climbing is never easy, but the best views come after effort. And when you reach the top, it all feels worth it. The air is fresher, the world looks different, and the journey suddenly makes sense.
As the sun begins to set, the colours change. The hills turn gold, then orange, and finally a soft shade of dusk. The wind picks up, moving through the freshly cleaned road, making the plants dance. They bend, they sway, they follow the wind’s lead. They seem to smile, happy to be part of this moment.
Maybe we should be like them. Climb, adjust, move with the changes, and enjoy the journey.
So, which height are you climbing today?
(at Vagamon Meadows)
Michael Jordan once said, “Success doesn’t stop when you get there.” And he would know. Winning wasn’t his final goal—it was just a checkpoint before the next challenge.
Reaching the top is one thing. Staying there? That’s the real test. What changes when you get there? Do your values shift? Do your old associations still fit? Does your outlook evolve, or do you stay the same?
And then comes the biggest question—What next?
A true winner doesn’t just celebrate the shot. They look up at the hoop again, ready for the next play.
Are you?
As the crimson sun kisses the fading night, every blade of grass leans in, stretching, reaching—almost as if trying to get a better view.
The breeze hums, the birds call, and together, they pose a gentle question: “So, how are you today?” Not demanding, not intrusive—just a playful nudge to start fresh.
And maybe that’s the best way to begin the day. Not with alarms and to-do lists, but with nature’s quiet company, a deep breath, and the simple joy of being asked.
How are you today?
Same Ground, Different Journeys
From my window, the small plane sits quietly on the tarmac. Side by side, yet worlds apart. Mine is bigger, his is smaller. And for a second, I almost dismiss it.
But then, I remind myself—size is just perspective.
This seat is mine for this journey. That plane is his. One isn’t better than the other, just different.
Because in the end, it’s not about the perch, it’s about the flight.
And once we take off, the sky doesn’t care how big the plane is.
I spotted those words on what remains of the Berlin Wall. “One day we will be in charge.”
It wasn’t just graffiti. It was restless energy, an unshaken belief that the future can be different. Must be different.
That spirit—the refusal to accept things as they are, the audacity to imagine something better—is what drives progress.
And when I see the youth of today walking tall, carrying that same fearless energy, it fills me with hope. Because youth isn’t just age—it’s a state of mind.
And the future? It belongs to those bold enough to claim it.
(at Berlin, Germany)
He sat there, unmoved by the rush of trains at Jamshedpur’s Tatanagar station. His craft lay at his feet, silent like him. His rustic look kept him company long after the train had left.
Our eyes met. His stare was vacant, words few.
But his hands had already spoken. In the carved stone pieces laid before him—each smoothed, shaped, and made to tell a tale. Stories etched in silence, held in the weight of his craft.
Some speak with words. Others let their hands do the talking.
Life keeps throwing balls our way. Some fast, some slow. Some expected, others completely out of nowhere.
The real question isn’t what comes our way—but how ready we are to catch it.
We don’t get to choose the speed, angle, or height of life’s throws. But we do get to choose our readiness—to react, adapt, and take every catch that matters.
Because in the end, catches win matches. And in life, being ready makes all the difference.
Are you ready?
What does it mean to be poor?
It is easy to describe poverty through the lens of money. Somehow that is the one definition that seems to stick across the spectrum. There are programs for alieviation of this wretched state. Governments are made and unmade on this topic.
But what does it mean to be poor?
On a summer morning, from a construction site that was fast making realty a reality, I saw a lady pass by. A hop now, a skip otherwise and a jump now and then.. In tow was her daughter. Playing with an empty water bottle and struggling to keep pace. On her hips, her little son cackling with laughter and undoing her hair.
She spoke in a language I didn’t recognise. But her tone was enough to tell me a bit about her love for her children and the richness of her heart. Atop her head were building material in a red basket with a yellow safety helmet sitting pretty. Like a crowning diamond on Her Majesty’s crown.
The bright red flowers on her saree sat easy with the glass bangles and matched her happy step. Her work shift was all set to start. The anklets on her feet seemed to announce that with every step she took. It was going to be some time before family time in their temporary dwelling that they lived in. The builder had given them one until the high rise that they were part of constructing, got done.
There was genuine happiness in them. All three of them. The daughter often stopping to pluck flowers and throw them at the wind and then scampering to catch up with her mother. They went about reaching out to the morning with a joyous spirit and a gentle sprint. So full of life and yet with tenderness and care. Oblivious to the stranger in me watching them walk by.
Are they ‘poor’?, I remember asking myself. A monetary lens will affirm. But look at it this way.
To walk by with a happy stride.
To carry a weight but not seem bothered by it.
To provide life in real terms to your children by exchanging your living moments for it.
To embrace each morning with smile and all the possibilities that it brings in.
That is not ‘poverty’! Ask any rich man. Or the office goer. Observe faces on a Monday morning as they come out of trains, buses and cars. It often is a weary lost look and an impossible to miss sadness. Not in all, but in many. And even as you wonder why, remember to look into the mirror as well.
What are we chasing? What do we have to give up in order to be ‘rich’? Poverty, as they say, is a state of mind. So is ‘Richness’. To be truly ‘rich’ is to be mindful of ourselves and our choices being fully present to how we think of our state of the mind. The lady with the red flowers and the eloquent yellow diamond atop her dirty crown showed that to me. She is long gone but the happiness in her voice and the cheer in her children remain in my memory.
The high rise she helped build now is lit by big swanky cars, sophisticated scents and solemn looks. Especially so, on Monday morning. Often it takes me back to the laughter of the lady with the bright red flowers on her saree. We have choices
We have choices! Lets remember to choose a rich life.