✍️ This Week, In My Words

 ✍️ This Week, In My Words

Another week has passed.

Nothing extraordinary, perhaps. Just a few conversations, a few unexpected moments, some good days, some tiring ones—and somewhere between all of that, a few thoughts worth remembering.

So, before this week becomes just another memory, here's a little bit of it, in my words.

🎵 A little bit of Sukoon

Recently, while exploring my Spotify, I noticed something interesting—it shows how much time I've spent listening to music every month.

On average, I've been spending almost 1,000+ minutes every month listening to music. That's roughly 16–20 hours of music a month.

And honestly, I like it.

There's something about music that makes ordinary moments feel a little different. Especially when you're in a calm mood, travelling somewhere, or just sitting quietly on a rainy day.

Rainy weather + soft music + some alone time...

Sukoon.

I guess that's one of those simple combinations that can instantly make a day better.

🚆 Coming out of my comfort zone

Another highlight of the week was meeting a friend unexpectedly—and, more importantly, coming out of my comfort zone to make it happen.

To explain that, you need to know something about me.

I'm the kind of person who likes to travel comfortably. If a train is extremely crowded, my immediate thought is usually:

"Why should I stand and travel when I have an option to go aaram se?" 😂

So I usually have my preferred trains and routes. A little extra waiting is fine if it means a peaceful, sukoon bhari journey.

But this week, a friend called and said he was leaving Mumbai that day and wanted to meet.

So, I left office early, took a train that was much more crowded than what I usually prefer, and even changed my usual route so that I could spend a little more time with him.

Nothing huge, but for me, it was different.

I had stepped out of my usual routine and comfort zone just to spend some time with a friend.

And sometimes, it's worth doing things differently for the people who matter.

💭 Some dreams have to wait

Growing up in a middle-class family teaches you a few things without anyone actually having to explain them.

Sometimes, you have to sacrifice a few of your dreams—not because you don't want them anymore, but because there are other priorities.

Sometimes it's about fulfilling family needs. Sometimes it's about avoiding an extra financial burden. And sometimes, you simply have to tell yourself:

"Not now. Maybe later."

I don't want to go too deep into the particular situation here, but I'm sure many people from middle-class families will understand what I mean.

You may have postponed buying something you really wanted.

You may have given up on a small dream for the sake of something more important.

And that's okay.

A dream postponed doesn't necessarily mean a dream lost.

Maybe it just means you'll have to work a little harder to make it happen someday.

And I still hope I will.

😂 When a serious situation turns funny

One more situation happened this week which was genuinely a little scary at first—but ended up being funny.

My mom has been fasting these days. One evening, while I was leaving office, she was feeling tired and weak and wasn't doing very well.

A few hours later, around 9 PM, I called her. She had just woken up and sounded quite low, so naturally I was a little concerned.

After that, I got busy with some office work.

Then around 1 PM, my dad called me saying that Mom wasn't picking up his calls.

I tried calling her too.

No answer.

I thought maybe she had gone for her Ekashnu—for those who may not know, it's a Jain practice where food is consumed only once during the day—so maybe she wasn't able to answer her phone.

I tried again after some time.

Still nothing.

Dad called again.

Still no answer.

At this point, the situation started getting a little scary because of how she had been feeling the previous day.

I called my uncle, who was at home, but he told me Mom wasn't there either.

So now we were calling, checking, wondering where she was...

And finally, around 3–3:30 PM, Mom called.

Turns out, she had gone for her Ekashnu and then attended a Shibir—and Dad already knew about it. He had simply forgotten about it in the middle of the whole situation. 😂

Meanwhile, Mom was like:

"You guys called me almost 20 times!"

And I was basically:

"Mom, tu gayab ho gayi thi!" 😂😂

What started as a genuinely tense situation ended with everyone laughing about it.

Sometimes life really does have a strange sense of humour.

🌿 So, how was this week?

If I had to describe this week in a few words, I'd call it a mix of everything.

There was music and sukoon.

There was travelling and stepping out of my comfort zone.

There were things I wanted but had to postpone.

There was a moment of genuine tension that eventually became a funny family story.

And maybe that's what an ordinary week really is.

It doesn't need to have a huge achievement or an extraordinary event to be meaningful.

Sometimes it's just about the little moments—the conversations, the unexpected plans, the small sacrifices, the laughter, the worry, the music playing during a journey...

These are the moments that make up life.

Life is unpredictable. We don't always know what the next day is going to bring.

So maybe the best thing we can do is to appreciate the phase we're in, enjoy the little things when we can, and keep moving forward when things don't go our way.

Because when we look back, it may not be the big things that we remember.

It may be these little moments.

And that's my week, in my words.