A message to all my readers When I first began writing down my stories in this quiet space, it was nothing more than an open diary. A place to put memories that needed somewhere to rest, reflections gathered over a lifetime, and thoughts that felt too personal—or perhaps simply too ordinary—to share in conversation. Conventional wisdom often suggests that personal musings rarely accomplish much on the wider internet. There are no frameworks here, no quick advice, and no polished agendas. Just the raw textures of life as I have experienced it: the sudden turns, the quiet routines, the moments of doubt, and the steady work of beginning again. Recently, as a small corner quietly crossed 30,000 reads, I paused to look more closely at the numbers. What moved me was not just the milestone itself, but where those visits were coming from. While some readers join from home here in India, so many of you are reading from entirely different corners of the earth—from Singapore across the seas ...
I searched for internships/jobs with a résumé full of intention and a quiet knowledge that the world had moved on without me. My internship applications were carefully formatted CVs, tailored with buzzwords, and ironed of typos. I wasn’t sure, but I walked on. No, bustling open offices, only job portals, sleek, algorithmic spaces from the comforts of my home. Scrolling through listings that asked for entry-level interns with three years of experience. I was too much yet not enough at the same time. Every unanswered application felt like a look that said, you don’t belong here . I refreshed my inbox, hopefully, pretending routine could substitute for reassurance. I’m still Rebuilding my skills Studying how real teams interact Turning feedback into small, measurable improvements If watching the intern on Netflix is any solace, I hope to find my own, sans the drama in the movie and prove to myself that age is just a number. Like Ben, I no longer feel I’m waiting to be useful. I...