Essays on democracy, markets, stillness, and meaning.
Written in my voice, and sometimes that of someone I once knew, and still hear.
This isn’t a platform. It isn’t content. It’s a place for the things I’ve thought, felt, resisted, built, and believed in—under the sun.
Here, I write about the idea of India. But also about stillness. Markets. Memory. Music.
About the way the mind moves through meditation—and through a stock chart.
About philosophy that hides in headlines, and also in a late-night walk with a friend.
You’ll find reflections on democracy and distortion. But also on sport and stillness. On breath and travel. On the way family holds us. On the ways we unlearn love.
This isn’t a manifesto. It’s not an escape. It’s a slow remembering—of what used to matter, and might still.
For those still listening. Still seeking. Still remembering.
Welcome to Where the Silence Speaks.
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