Other Journaling Days
Morning: At dawn, I drove Akash, Chulbul, and Mahi to Tijara ji, a temple where silence drowns out life’s static. By 8 AM, we’d traded engine hum for incense, then returned to Gurugram’s chaos. Reality bit at the Maruti service center: an old parking lot scrape (courtesy of a rebellious pillar) now demanded insurance forms. Life stitches serenity with spreadsheets.
Afternoon: “What’s the one thing?” My blog nears 1.6M views—a milestone, but not the compass I crave. Yesterday, I coded, blogged, and laughed with Anu, jiju, and Mom. Rohit, ever the paradox, oscillated between genius and gibberish. Today, confusion lingers. Is this directionlessness or growth in disguise?
Post-Lunch: Routine rebels against inertia. I’ll code, skim a DeepLearning.AI course, and draft an AI blog post. Later, GitHub awaits—uploading interview code (fingers crossed). Nothing monumental, just the quiet work that builds futures.
The Lesson: Days like this—temples, repairs, and keystrokes—are life’s scaffolding. Clarity isn’t found in grand gestures but in showing up: for family calls, coding marathons, even parking lot oopsies.
Rohit’s nonsense? A reminder to laugh. The pillar? A metaphor: we all collide with obstacles, repair, and move forward.
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