The Dark Ink

2025 arrived with a tasting menu—sweet, bitter, burnt, and unexpectedly spicy. It offered enough reasons to curse fate, time, money, and occasionally my siblings (purely for character development). And yet, it left behind quiet pockets of gratitude where I least expected them.

For someone who switches from monk to mayhem in 0.35 seconds, breathes anxiety like oxygen, and believes overthinking could run the world, this year still held me—gently, reluctantly, honestly.

I observed more than I rushed.
I witnessed more than I explained.
I planned. I acted. I struggled. I achieved. I lived.

There’s more ahead—more chaos, more courage, more becoming—but there’s always space for gratitude. Because behind dark clouds and starless nights, hope is stubborn. Dawn always shows up.

And if 2025 left me with just one lesson, it’s this—
When we start defining ourselves through others’ eyes, we lose sight of our own truth.
Coming back to ourselves is the bravest rebellion.

Closing the year gently—gratitude in one hand, hope in the other.

Until next year, with promises of new ideas, new blogs, and new writings.
I hope 2026 treats you all well and inspires you to be better than you are today.
Stay True! Stay Positive! Stay You!
Shruti;