Roots nd Realities

 Ever felt the presence of some unseen karmic energy in your life? That inexplicable, almost supernatural force that shows up exactly when you're left stranded, unheard, and helpless — when even humans fail to help you? I’ve felt it. Multiple times. And no, I don’t think atheists would relate — but those who believe in the energy of the universe, in something divine, probably do. When your karmas are aligned, when your intentions are pure, and when you never wish harm upon anyone… this divine energy does find its way to you. It steps in quietly — often unexpectedly — and lifts you in the most miraculous ways. It makes the impossible possible. Sometimes, you're stuck in a situation where people refuse to understand you. Where empathy is absent. Where authority is imposed instead of compassion. Where no one offers a hand — but expects you to obey, regardless of your pain. And just when it feels like there’s no way out… it happens. That inexplicable rescue — not from people, but f...

 It had been way too long since I’d gone out. So when Sunday came around with that perfect moody weather and a light drizzle, I knew… this was the day. Three of us—me, two of my classmates, and a senior didi—decided to escape the routine. The cool part? We’re all from different states of India, but somehow vibed like long-lost cousins at a family function. Our first stop was Lulu Mall. (Because what is a Sunday outing without some casual capitalism?) We grabbed some snacks, strolled around, did some impulse window shopping—all that jazz. But the real reason behind the outing? Sufi Mandi. It was Muharram day, so the place was too crowded. But after a good wait, we finally got a seat. And viola—pure flavour explosion. That mandi? Top-tier. No crumbs left, literally. It was the kind of meal that silences everyone at the table for a while… in a good way. Post-mandi, we auto-hopped to Zudio (obviously). Picked up some cute stuff and clicked those “mandatory, aesthetic, we-were-here” pic...