Welcome.
I didn’t begin this space to show off opinions.
I’m not a thought leader. I’m not viral. I don’t have followers waiting for my next big take.
What I do have is a voice. And for a long time, I didn’t use it.
Not because I didn’t have things to say, but because I thought everyone else was already shouting—and saying it better.
But lately, I’ve realised:
The silence is getting too loud.
And not all noise is wisdom.
And not all words need to trend to matter.
So here I am. Writing. Finally.
🧭What you’ll find here
You’ll find reflections on India—not the map, but the memory.
On democracy, not just as a system, but a spirit.
On markets, and the strange ways they echo human psychology and Indian philosophy.
On meditation, music, memory, and the quiet dignity of being unsure.
On love. On freedom. On failure. On trying again.
Sometimes in essays. Sometimes in fragments. Sometimes in stories.
And sometimes, through a voice that’s not mine—but always shows up when the silence grows too much to bear: R. Mahesh.
He writes things I might hesitate to.
He remembers things I’m still trying to.
You may not meet him in the news, but you’ll hear him in the pause between headlines.
🙏 If any of this sounds like home...
Subscribe. Read. Linger.
There’s no pressure. No promise of frequency or formula. Just presence.
This is for those of us who feel a little disoriented in the current noise.
Who haven’t stopped caring, even if we’ve stopped shouting.
Who still believe that silence, when listened to, has something worth saying.
If it stays with you, pass it on.
If you feel like replying, the comment box is open. (And I’ll be listening).
If you'd rather read quietly in the app, search for “Where the Silence Speaks” on Substack.
Any which way, I’m glad you’re here.
-Rajiv