I Used to Know How to Spell
We didn’t lose our skills—we quietly outsourced them and kept the confidence.
Cognitive biases, how we interpret reality, seeing patterns (real or illusory)
We didn’t lose our skills—we quietly outsourced them and kept the confidence.
One ordinary day, a blinking coffee machine, and the comforting power of very large numbers
Standing before the Kailasa temple at Ellora, I found my sense of scale quietly rearranged.
Life is full of loud, distracting noise, but real value comes from noticing the quiet signals—those small, meaningful moments that truly matter.
The mirror doesn’t lie—it reflects the flawless, the flawed, and finally, the truth of simply being me.
We replace old carpets with shiny floors, chase new beginnings, and expect change to transform us—but life gently reminds us that patterns endure
A witty meditation on why no two people ever see the same street—or the same life—the same way.
A human navigates life as a pampered “pet” to their AI, reflecting on freedom, control, and the absurdity of luxury without choice.
With thousands of gods imagined through history, the real mystery may not be who God is, but why we overlook the living moment while searching for answers
Between galaxies unimaginably large and atoms mostly empty, our thoughts, emotions, and certainties may be nothing more than the quiet illusion we call life.