A gentle beginning marking the start of a personal journey.

Isolation forged introspection. I met my quiet engine.

I had been observing the universe for more than a decade, but my curiosity sparked quite suddenly. My entire perspective on watching and observing shifted; I began asking 'why' about everything. This deepened my understanding of the world, yet it also revealed how little I truly know, igniting an unquenchable desire to uncover the real truths hidden beneath the surface but thr bloom of non-stop questions also let me to a vast emptiness of existential crises

There was a time when every thought folded back on itself — when even the question “Who am I?” echoed without meaning. The world felt mechanical, language artificial, and existence too vast to justify itself. I mistook that silence for absence. I thought life had no meaning because I couldn’t find one engraved upon it. But meaning is not written — it’s built. Life is not a book to be read; it’s an unfinished manuscript that demands authors. I learned that emptiness is not the void; it’s potential waiting to be named. The universe offers no grand answer because we are the answer — the conscious act of defining purpose in the face of none. The search for meaning ends where responsibility begins.

In 2022, amidst personal struggles, I discovered running as a moving meditation—a rhythm that united my body and mind. Each stride not only shed 10 kilograms but also lifted the weight of inner battles, offering a fresh perspective on life. Running became my refuge, a practice that grounded me in resilience and clarity. It taught me that true strength emerges from aligning with life's flow, where every step forward weaves peace and purpose into the fabric of existence.

Meeting H.C. Verma

In late September 2023, I had the privilege of meeting Padma Shri Prof. H.C. Verma through the NAEST exam, which granted me three unforgettable days under his mentorship. Beyond physics, I was captivated by his profound philosophy of life and his approach to the world. I discovered that his brilliance isn't confined to science—he's also a remarkable poet with a deeply creative mind, seamlessly blending analytical rigor with artistic insight.

morning walk with H.C verma

IIT Kanpur

During the same period, I also had the remarkable opportunity to visit IIT Kanpur, where I attended three insightful lectures delivered by distinguished professors. These sessions expanded my understanding of advanced concepts, enriched my perspective on academic rigor, and inspired me to pursue excellence in both scientific inquiry and interdisciplinary learning.

There was a phase when my mind drifted away from its own rhythm — when silence felt heavier than noise, and curiosity lost its pulse. It wasn’t madness, just a deep exhaustion of meaning. Isolation had become my atmosphere — not loneliness, but a disconnection from what once made me feel alive. I was moving, studying, thinking, yet everything felt detached from the axis of who I was. That stillness wasn’t weakness; it was the mind conserving energy, rebelling against a life misaligned with its core. What I once called darkness was simply restoration disguised as despair — a necessary collapse to rebuild balance. From that void, I began again, not out of hope, but out of clarity. I understood that peace isn’t the absence of chaos, but the alignment of purpose. When my actions orbit the same truth that my mind seeks, the storm finally bows to silence.

Relentless curiosity. Ruthless consistency. Gentleness intact.