No.
“Hey! Let’s catch up?”
For what?
You didn’t come to the wedding.
You didn’t come to my birthday.
You didn’t come for gossip, or obligation, or noise.
Of course not.
That is not the way God has built me.
A thought many fail to comprehend is this: I am an old soul. I have lived many lives of imparting wisdom, quietude, and solitude. An eternal monk living a modern life—quite the irony, but true nonetheless.
My soul signed some tough contracts. As they say, God gives the hardest battles to the strongest soldiers. I bring depth to ideas like soul, karma, and purpose. These aren’t conceptual to me—they are lived. When I speak or write about what I know, it isn’t borrowed wisdom. It is etched into my soul.
I have outgrown most things in this lifetime—material excess, familial expectations, even romance.
And yet, I remember another life.
A spoiled brat flying Singapore Airlines business class between Singapore and India. Opening champagne bottles at Raffles Hotel. Flying to Dubai every December just to shop for clothes. Spending money recklessly on what I once called “love,” and on many girlfriends.
That is a life I regret living. I could have done something more meaningful with it. But better late than never, right?
A boy abandoned by his father grows up with no qualms—and no fear of what society projects onto him.
It took years of trauma, repetition, and unconscious patterns to arrive where I am today. And I will not give this up—for a preposterous get-together, or a series of them.
I am here on earth to code and decode the synchronicities of the soul—and to speak of Universal Love.
Like Valancy, the protagonist from The Blue Castle by L. M. Montgomery, who imagined her own Blue Castle, I too live in my monastery—my inner temple.
And here, I am at peace.
Happy New Year to you all.
Wishing you love, peace, and happiness 💜✌️🌻
