Anti-Fragile Human @iamshashsharma

The Art of Letting Go 🙂

I move through the night as if it were an x-ray of my own life. Layers peel back until only the faintest outline remains. In that outline I write. I surrender language, thought, memory. I give away everything I can name. For what, I do not know. Perhaps to see what cannot be…

Hero worship is one of humanity’s oldest instincts. The Greeks built shrines for warriors. Romans paraded generals through streets where citizens pressed forward until their bodies gave way. In 1626, a wooden bridge in Paris collapsed under the weight of people gathered to honor…

“Bhaiya, I am 21 and I just started as a fresher. The manager I got is extremely toxic. Even thinking of my experiences in the last month makes me shiver. Tomorrow is Monday, and just the thought of going back makes me anxious. My heart panics.” It was past mid-night when the…

I feel sad tonight. I can’t sleep. The thought keeps circling that I am not enough. For parents who wanted more. For a partner who wanted different. For friends who wanted someone else entirely. The feeling sits in the gut like a stone. You ask if this is a personal failure or…

#OperationSindoor on the games field. Outcome is the same - India wins! Congrats to our cricketers.

Why does talking to more people make us feel less connected? Why does being always available make real presence harder? The problem is not that we lack tools. It is that the tools multiply weak ties faster than we can sustain strong ones. Overcloseness is what happens when…

Where are you hiding, my wrong person? I keep waiting for you. Days have turned into seasons while I rehearse the small ways we’ll collide. The city moves like it always does but somewhere inside it there’s a pause with your name on it. I wonder if you are reading these words on…

India’s obsession with the right age for everything has long shaped how family life is judged. The right age for education. The right age for marriage. The right age for childbirth. This fixation has deep historical roots. In ancient agrarian communities, early marriage was…

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Lies spoken enough times sound like truth but are not truth. Why do people believe a rumor at work after hearing it from three different mouths? Why does a political slogan feel convincing only because it is everywhere? The mind prefers the ease of repetition over the effort of…

What do we really owe the people in our lives, and what do they owe us? Most relationships look stable from the outside, but underneath they run on a constant give-and-take of time, attention, and trust. When the balance tips too far for too long, something breaks. We usually see…

Impermanence is the only permanence. Stand by a river and you will see it clearly. The same water never touches you twice. What looks continuous is a million departures stitched together. Civilizations have stood by rivers for this reason, mistaking flow for stability,…

What is the right way to respond when others try to cut you down? To fight is to swing your sword in the open and leave marks for everyone to see. To endure is to sheath the blade and wait until the storm passes. Which path keeps the steel sharper? Fighting is fire. It spreads…

Success is a currency we rarely question. We are told to earn it, to display it, to measure ourselves by it, but rarely to understand it. What does this currency really buys? Does it purchase meaning, or does it only rent admiration for a while? I once thought success was a…

If you grew up in the 1990s, you remember the posters peeling from paan-stained walls, the VHS tapes where tracking lines jittered like nervous electricity, the family outings to single screens where ceiling fans roared louder than the speakers. Cinema was escape and ritual at…

Life is a ferris wheel. Similar to one rising against the walls of Red Fort, one with painted cabins that lift children into the Delhi night while elders stood below, craning their necks. Yet what looks like amusement is also philosophy made visible. The wheel reminds us that…

Proximity carries a paradox. When you are living through something, you rarely see how much it matters. Being around it every day makes it feel ordinary, almost invisible. The mind learns to treat it as background, part of the scenery rather than something special. Only when it…

To the woman who will turn my routines into rituals, I already know the first argument we’ll have. It will happen when I am halfway through my morning playlist, book in hand, coffee still too hot to drink. You’ll frown at the music, mumble about my obsession with heavy songs…

I was eating a cob of corn the other evening, its kernels bursting like little suns under the teeth, when I began thinking of how improbable this grain really is. Corn is not a natural plant. It is an invention. Somewhere around 9,000 years ago in the valleys of Mexico, farmers…

The $100,000 Gate When the United States first created the H-1B visa, it was designed to import skills that were scarce domestically. The idea was simple. If there are not enough engineers, bring some from abroad. For thirty years, the system has been both criticized and…