I have finally finished most work on my upcoming book. Feels like such a weight off the chest. When I started writing this book, I had no clue how long it would be or how long would it take me to finish.

But two years is a long time. Looking back, I wonder how an activity that does not pay you can keep you glued to it for so long. There is always a first time. And this one is mine. At writing fiction.

All my life I told myself, I cannot do fiction. Until one day, fiction came knocking on my door, never waited to ask for permission and hijacked me for a good two years! shall we call it love? Shall we call it ikigai?

The last couple of years have been some of the most transformational times in my life. Isolating, focused but extremely fulfilling. They have taught me a thing or two about life, about people, about relationships.

Going inwards can feel very chaotic at first. When inwards sounds synonymous with unknown. But the more you understand yourself, the lesser the chaos. And slowly but steadily all outside noise recedes. Peaceful and quiet dwelling becomes a way of life. And attachments take a back seat.

P.S. change is always good. Whether it is about moving from writing short stories to fiction. Or taking the first steps to look inward and letting the outer world slip by. Essentially trying something new, something that seems scary at first because it is the road less taken, is the sure shot method to listen to your heart. With clarity in mind and zero chaos, who knows, you might just align with the purpose of your soul