Nomado's Dreamcatcher

OMG, listen! You won’t believe the drama I’ve been imagining lately—honestly, this feels like a total "future us" moment with Dudu Raja. I was just picturing this scenario where I try to be the ultimate bestie and make him that fancy coffee, he’s always obsessed with. OMG, listen! You won’t believe the drama I’ve been imagining lately—honestly, this feels like a total "future us" moment with Dugu Raja. I was just picturing this scenario where I try to be the ultimate bestie and make him that fancy coffee he’s always obsessed with. I’d be in the kitchen, keeping the coffee perfectly light and smooth, and serving it up with so much love that I’m basically expecting a standing ovation. Me: (Placing the mug with a flourish) “Tada! Special coffee for Dugu Raja. Enjoy the drink!” Dugu Raja: (Takes one sip, makes a face like he just swallowed a lemon) “Ugh, what even is this? Is this coffee or flavored milk?” Me: (Offended) “Excuse me? It’s a coffee! I made it especi...

​You know, whenever I watch the news lately, one question keeps popping into my head: Who is actually speaking up for people like us? I’ve been following Raghav Chadha recently, and some of his points really hit home. It feels like he actually understands the ground reality of what it means to be living, working, and trying to build a future right now. I wanted to log a few things he’s been talking about that I found incredibly interesting: We aren’t just "Golden Goose" machines! The thing that stood out most to me was what he said about the middle class and taxes. He mentioned in Parliament that the middle class is like the bird that lays the "golden egg," but the government is just squeezing us dry. We pay so much tax, but what do we actually get back? He’s pushing for higher income tax limits so we can keep some of our hard-earned money. Walking in the shoes of Delivery Boys: I found this really cool—he actually spent time understanding the life of...

Okay, grab your chai—make sure it’s hot, because I have some serious tea to spill, and this time, the tea is actually about me. Remember how I’ve been acting all "strong and independent" lately, talking about taking the remote control of my life back? Well, today the universe decided to test that, and let’s just say I almost snapped the remote in half. I was supposed to meet up with a friend this Sunday afternoon, and when she told me she couldn’t make it, I didn’t just get annoyed. I went into full-blown fury mode. I’m talking heat in my chest, a raging “how dare she,” and pure “am I even a priority to anyone?” type of energy. In that exact moment, I realized I’d handed her the remote control to my entire mood. I felt so incredibly hurt, and I let my brain start doing that toxic thing where it builds a whole script about why I don’t matter. But then, I actually talked to her. I forced myself to tell her how I felt because I couldn’t keep that exhausting loop playing in...

​Today started as a bit of a battle. If I’m being completely real with you, I woke up with a heavy, uninvited guest: Anger. My mind was just a clouded mess, and I wanted nothing more than to drop everything. I kept thinking, “If I could just meet a friend and vent, maybe then I could start.” I was waiting for a "push" from someone else just to get me moving. I finally rolled out of bed at noon, and that’s when the reset started. I went straight to the kitchen to brew my chai—it’s the only thing that actually gives me real energy. While the tea was simmering, I started cleaning the utensils. There's something grounding about it; seeing the space become clean made the anger start to fade. By the time I took that first hot sip, I was actually feeling happy. Even the weather is playing along today—it’s not too cold anymore, and that bit of warmth makes everything feel so much less heavy. It hit me then—how long am I going to let my progress be a hostage to other ...

Today, I feel hopeful. In my last entry, I was completely lost in the wreckage of the "Why?" and the "How could you?" But today, the sun looks a little different. I’m finally stepping out of the shadows and back into the light of my own potential. I used to think I was a winner, and it’s time I started acting like one again. I’m done being a passenger in my own life. My teacher scolded me today for not taking things seriously, and instead of sinking into a hole of guilt, I used it as a spark. He’s right—I’ve been distracted, but the distraction ends now. I’ve built a new roadmap, dividing my days not by rigid hours, but by purposeful energy: Morning, Afternoon, and Night. The Workflow: I’m not setting specific times because life is fluid, but I am setting specific tasks. A weekly schedule is my new best friend; it gives me the grace to handle emergencies while keeping my eyes firmly on the prize. The Physicality: Five to six days a week at the gym. I am building a...

Why? Why does it hurt so much? On the outside, I put on the face of someone who is perfectly happy, but underneath the surface, I am absolutely terrified right now. Where are you? Why did you leave me? Am I really not enough? Why does life have to feel so incredibly unfair to me? I always used to think I was a winner. I genuinely believed that if I loved someone enough, it would be the gravity that kept them anchored to me. But I was wrong. Maybe love is never enough. Sometimes love shouldn't be chased down. Sometimes, you just have to find the strength to let it go. So, I am trying. I am trying so hard to move on with my life. I actually found someone. He is amazing, and I’ve started calling him my love. Today, we sat together, and for a moment, the entire world felt completely quiet. We didn’t talk about money, or plans, or the superficial things that usually clog up daily life. Instead, we just talked about our dreams. He isn't just a partner to me anymore; he’s become my gu...