One missed call becomes twenty. The notifications never stop. Deadlines blur into sleepless nights. And the things that once made us feel alive—conversations, friendships, even our own ambitions—start to feel like a plate of noodles kept out in the open too long. Soggy and sad.
For many of us, there comes a moment, like an unannounced house guest, when we realise that the life we’ve been chasing and polishing is starting to hollow us from the inside out. The noise of it all becomes too loud to think, let alone feel.
For Sameeksha Mishra, a 27-year-old journalist from Delhi, that moment unearthed her being. But the answer lit a small flame that changed everything.
“I felt like I was losing control of my emotions,” Mishra remembers the shift vividly. “I was in a very dark space for a while,” she says, describing the emotional toll of traumatic incidents she covered in her job. “Then I realised I needed to do something. I began lighting a diya each morning and evening, surrendering to the universe, trying to gather myself……
