In many parts of India, the birth of a daughter is met with silence, grief, or worse. Whispers about blame, about back-room ultrasounds, about pregnancies that quietly ended after. I grew up in Bihar hearing these stories, but they stayed abstract, distant. Then I was standing in a hospital hallway, and one happened right in front of me.

Jumping into the playground—Akhada—and figuring out the best possible outcome as you go. In the playground, there are only two possibilities: you win or you lose. The clarity is real. Even losing teaches you the game and makes you better for the next time.

Turning a personal timezone annoyance into a 350-page SEO experiment while actually building something useful

The biggest debt we all pay is the ignorance debt. But what does it actually mean? What we don’t know still costs us, and I think we’ve all been paying it without even realizing.

This summer, I spent a few weeks in Galicia, Spain, and finally did something I had been thinking about for years; walk the Camino Inglés. It was a 3day, 76 km hike through forests, small villages, and lots of pain and joy. I packed light, relied on motivation, met some amazing people, and questioned all my life choices somewhere around the last 8 km of Day 2. But I made it, and I am so glad I did.