Peace Comes From Packed Days
The one thing I wish I knew before trying to ‘move on’
Hello!! Hello!! Hello!! ✌🏻
Sab changa sii? Kaisa chalra hai sab kuch?
I’m still caught in the same fast-paced loop as last week, barely managing things hand-to-mouth as always. My dad built a new study table, he likes to build stuff for fun, and I’m finally typing this while sitting comfortably.
This week’s issue is a bit longer. So take your time with it. And if you’re reading this at 3 AM (the time of posting), you’re in for a treat. Because some pieces just hit differently at night.
Music’s playing in the background, and for once, something felt different this week. I stepped out. Met a few friends. Grabbed some snacks. Surprisingly, that one simple day felt really good.
And the thing that didn’t go well this week were those random breakdowns. Out of nowhere. No overthinking, no triggers—just hit me, hard. It didn’t last long, but yeah, 2–3 times this week, I broke down, I cried hard, but lucky I had friends to support and handle me.
There were reasons—birthday photos, old memories, friendship traumas. But writing this now, I realize how pointless it was to get stuck there. That version of me? Was lost in loops that don’t matter anymore.
So yeah, let that past be in the past.
Right now, life’s better. Routine’s stable. Days are packed. And there’s peace at the end of each one. That’s all that counts.
This week, I published a carousel post on LinkedIn. You can check it here: How to LinkedIn.
This week, I tried building two software apps. The first one got killed by my procrastination before it even got the chance to launch.
The second was less of an app, more like an AI-powered WhatsApp community system. But I hit a roadblock—couldn’t get the API to work. Tried everything. Same issue, again and again. So, I’ve paused it—for now.
But I’m not giving up on this like she did. 😹
Next week, I’ll pick it up again. Because from here on, I have to juggle between both exam prep and programming. Opportunities are knocking because of my personal brand. And right now, I have nothing solid to show them. That’s what I have to change asap.
Sunday started with a surprise, and that was my mom made uttapam. 🎉
No heads-up, no requests. Just walked into the kitchen and there it was. Hot, fresh, perfect. I ate four straight out of bed (after brushing my teeth, obviously).
No classes that day. No rush. Just a slow morning, a slower day, light movements, naps, silence, peace. And that red chutney? It's called Schezwan. Fiery. Sharp. Exactly how I like it. Likhte likhte muh me paani aa gaya behenchod.
This philosophy hits deep: work yourself to the edge of exhaust, and when you hit your limit, collapse. Work. Burnout. Recover. Repeat. In your 20s, there’s no such thing as work-life balance. You owe it to yourself to push hard, test your limits, and chase your full potential—without holding back.
The week started with endless rain, cold winds, wet mornings, and that cozy stillness you secretly crave. But after three days of downpour, the heat that followed was too brutal. Unforgiving. Almost offensive. Welcome to Chandrapur! 🔥
Still, there was one moment, midweek, I think it was Wednesday, when the skies gave something back. That sunset was beautiful, I liked it.
That’s all. Nothing wild. Just a quiet, forgettable blur. I fried my brain chasing mindless content. Wasted hours I can’t get back. But whatever. No point dwelling. It’s time to move on.
It was Sunday, so I went for a quick beard trim. Spotted a tiny mirror in the kitchen, clicked a quick selfie. Turned out decent, so I posted it. What do you think of the selfie?
It’s 2:30 AM right now. Same shit happened last week too, wasted the entire day, and then suddenly, I’m wide awake in the middle of the night. But now what, forget it. While writing this line, one dialogue from Irrfan Khan hit me hard:
I believe, in the end, life is all about letting go.
And with that, just so you know—I’m not dead yet.
Here’s the link to read previous issue: Busy But Not Productive
Have a great week!
Manas xx 🥂