In Pursuit Of A Better World

 There are moments in life when the heart splits itself in two:  One part reaches forward, aching for what once felt safe, the known familiar. It remembers the warmth, the laughter, the quiet certainly of what seemed forever. It longs for the road that led to comfort, to belonging, to the sense that you were exactly where you were meant to be. The other part pulls back, whispering caution, warning that the same road may lead only to old pain, to the fractures you thought you had mended, to the remainders of yourself in pieces. And so we stand, caught between the longing to return and the fear of repeating. It isn't always about a person, sometimes it's about a dream, a path, a version of ourselves we thought we'd become. Sometimes it's about love, sometimes it's about the life we imagined and lost. Sometimes it's a whisper of who we were, calling from a past we can never quite step back into. The details change, but the feeling is the same: two voices inside, ea...

 There’s a concept in Japanese Philosophy called Kaizen - it translates to continuous improvement, the idea that consistent, small actions compound into meaningful transformation over time. When I first read about it, something clicked. Maybe because I came from a background in data and business analytics, where improvement is also built through small interactions - test, learn, refine, repeat. We don’t aim for perfection in one go; we build better systems through cycles. In many ways, that’s what this year has been for me - one long, human experiment in Kaizen. At the end of January, I came back from Brisbane with uncertainty in my suitcase. My studies had been interrupted. My plans felt paused. I wasn’t sure how to measure progress anymore, because the usual markers - grades, jobs, structure - had blurred. But over time, I learned that even in personal growth, the data is there - it’s just quieter. It’s in the number of days you show up for yourself, the new things you learn, th...

In the 14th century, the poet Dante Alighieri was banished from his beloved city of Florence. He lost his home, his community, and the life he believed was his. Out of that wound, he began writing THE DIVINE COMEDY - A Journey Through Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. What could have been only desire became the foundation for one of the greatest works of literature. When Dante was banished from Florence, he wasn’t just removed from a city. He was stripped of identity, stability and belonging. The exile wasn’t only geographical; it was spiritual. It forced him into a life where the very ground beneath his feet no longer felt like his. I think about that often, because I too live with a sense of Exile. Mine is not from a city, but from the life I thought I was supposed to have. I was meant to follow a path that unfolded with certainty, to carry my hopes forward with steady steps, to stand without wavering. Instead the road fractured midway, and what once felt whole now lies unfinished. I...