A quiet place for
my restless heart.

From Wandering to Leading

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There was a time when I had no idea where I was headed. No clear destination. No roadmap. Just a quiet chaos within and the occasional question, “What am I even doing?”

But looking back now, I realize something powerful was happening during that phase—something invisible, yet deeply important.

Even without direction, I was unknowingly preparing myself. I was building habits, shaping my mindset, and sharpening traits that would later become the backbone of my journey in the family business. I started observing more, questioning things deeply, and learning to lead—not with authority but with empathy. Furthermore, I was developing a sense of integrity, learning to take responsibility for my actions, and becoming aware of how my choices influenced others.

At the time, I didn’t see it as growth. I saw it as uncertainty. But life has a strange way of preparing us in silence, without any grand announcements.

But I knew one thing — I wanted to live. Really live.
Not just exist.
And so I did.

I packed my bags, sometimes without a return ticket, and just took off.
Sometimes for one or two months— honestly, I don’t even remember how many. And thanks to my family and my brother for giving me courage every single time — I was always out for chasing silence in the mountains, chaos in the cities, and everything in between.

I explored North India inside out, and even found myself walking foreign streets in Dubai and Bali.
There was something about being alone in a new place that made me feel more alive than ever.

I didn’t just travel — I dove into life.
I completed a solo paragliding course.
Learned MMA.
Went scuba diving.

I trekked through winter snow to Kedarkantha, drove solo across states, rode horses, swam through fears, and sweated it all out in the gym.
Cafe's, clubs, hidden places, adventures, and random conversations — I collected memories like souvenirs.

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And through it all, I met people.

Hundreds of them — maybe 350, maybe more — from every walk of life.
Strangers who became companions — some for a fleeting moment, others who still show up in my world like constellations.

We came from different places, spoke different languages, and lived different lives — but somehow, we understood each other.
Because beneath the surface, there was always something familiar.

A shared ache.
A silent longing.
Something unspoken, but real.

We’d talk over coffee in roadside cafés, on hostel terraces under foreign skies, or while sitting quietly in train compartments.
And in those raw, unfiltered moments — I saw it.

They, too, had two lives:
The one they showed the world — curated, composed, driven by deadlines and dopamine hits.
And the one they rarely spoke about — quiet, tender, a part of them still searching for peace.

They wanted to be vulnerable.
To be held without judgment.
To laugh without filters.
To speak without being seen as weak.

But somewhere between chasing success and scrolling endlessly, they forgot who they were.
Social media told them who to be.
Materialism told them what to chase.

But their soul?
It whispered something else.

And maybe that’s why we connected.
Because in those conversations, we gave each other permission to just be.
No masks.
No noise.
Just stories.

And it reminded me — everyone’s carrying something.
But some are still trying to remember who they are beneath it all.

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But then, life did change.  

After completing my MBA, I came back home.
Back to my roots.
Back to my family business.

At first, it felt like a sharp contrast.
From boundless freedom to structured responsibility.

But very soon, I realized — this was not the end of my journey.
This was the beginning of a new one.

The energy I felt was different.
Heavier, but purposeful.
I wasn’t just another person anymore.

I was part of something bigger.

And slowly, something inside me shifted.
I stopped seeing myself as the owner’s son.
And started seeing myself as the one who must lead — not for ego, but because I care.

Because I also want people to respect me for who I become,
Not for the surname I carry.

From that moment on, I made a promise to myself —
If I want to take this business, this legacy, to the next level,
Then I’ll have to work harder than anyone.
I’ll have to be more focused, disciplined, and more resilient than I’ve ever been.

It’s not easy.
There are challenges — tough ones.
There’s internal politics, unstructured systems, financial pressure, and the weight of expectations.

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Why This Blog Exists

This blog is not some personal development blog where you’ll get self-help tips or step-by-step advice to fix your life.
It’s not about followers, likes, or performance.
It’s for me.

Not only that, but it's  where I’m writing my life’s journey —
My achievements, my chaos, my dreams, my fears.
What I want.
What I need.
And what I must do to achieve it.

So that I don’t lose myself in this journey.

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If you’ve ever felt lost or caught between who you were and who you’re becoming —
You may find parts of yourself here.

This is just the beginning...