In Dubai, New Year's is celebrated a little differently than in most places. For one, the city comes to a standstill as everyone heads indoors to avoid the heat. And instead of countdown parties and fireworks displays, locals mark the occasion with a more subdued affair.

I am in a rush of emotions. My mind is trying to process the events that have unfolded in my life over the last few months. A bachelor kid out of grad school has a life partner now! There is no definition to the level of belongingness this brings to my life. Every day feels natural, yet different. The way she integrates her life with mine is comforting. I feel welcomed and loved much more than I ever was. It is a different kind of love — one in which care feels eternal.

Last week has given my life a turn. I am now looking forward to companionship. I never realized that I had the provision to share myself with someone else. Since I have started sharing, I feel that the gap that existed inside me, in keeping everything internal, can now be filled by sharing it with someone else - what I feel, how I observe, what I like/dislike, and my opinions.

Content writing is about emotional connection. You write for someone, and this person is a stranger in some part of the world. You never get to know who exactly read your piece, you just know that you wanted to write for someone and someone did read it.
That raises an important question: who is reading it? Who is reading all the extra content each day? What should I be writing that makes someone read through the extraneous chunk of information that I dispense every day? Who has the time for it? Why would someone read this? Why would someone read what "I" have written?

It was March 26, a day after my birthday. I woke up and found myself a little under the weather. My body felt sick and heavy headed. I went up to my parent’s room to check my temperature. It was 101!
And from there, I wore a mask and started quarantining myself. It’s the COVID period after all, you can never be too sure. I didn’t go to office that day, and for the next 7 days that followed.

क्या भूलूँ क्या याद करूँ

It’s hard to encapsulate the inconsistencies that come in decision making. As someone who is a part of the management of a multinational enterprise, it is our job to think about the decisions that we take. Often, it comes down to circumstantial evidence.

I am back from Jodhpur. And, instead of focusing on the trip, I want to realize the difference it makes when you come home after relaxing. Let's just say that I am now super observant — I am noticing things and details that I would usually ignore.