MeLogging

. Electronic City, Bangalore A tech jungle by day, a ghost town by night. On the 5th floor of a fading PG building stood Room 501—small, silent, and always a few degrees colder than the rest. This is where Chitish, 25, lived alone. He wasn’t antisocial. In fact, he tried. He smiled at colleagues. Shared food with PG mates. Spoke kindly to strangers. But no matter what he did—he remained invisible. He watched others fall in love, plan dates, hold hands—and wondered what he lacked. “Maybe I’m not good enough,” he’d whisper to his mirror. “Maybe I don’t know how to talk right.” Sometimes he even stared at his reflection and thought, “Maybe I’m just… ugly.” He craved someone—not just to love, but to see him. Really see him. But every night, he returned to Room 501. Alone. Again. He wanted to have someone, whom he can share about his day, who would be listening him and support him. The Beginning of Terror It started with a blackout. The entire building went dark. Chitish lay in bed, phone b...

I feel like I'm suffocating under the weight of my own responsibilities. Every day, I wake up with a list of things I must achieve, things that feel too big for my two hands to handle. I have to renovate and build a home, not just four walls, but a place where my family can finally feel peace. I have two sisters whose marriages I need to arrange; they are getting older, and I can see the silent worry growing in my mother's eyes. My mother, fragile and aging, depends on me more than words can say. And yet, beyond all of this, a fire still burns in my heart — the dream of doing my master's abroad in data science, to build a better life for us all. But that dream feels like a distant star because I also have my current job as a software engineer pressing down on me. My work pays the bills, keeps the house running; if I stop, everything around me will crumble. I am only 25, and I tell myself I have to accomplish all of this before I turn 27. Time feels like a rope tightening ar...

It was the weekend of April 5th, 2025. In the bustling city of Bangalore, where life often feels like a race against time, I found myself planning a much-needed escape with two close college friends—Subhrangshu and his fiancée, Shivani. All three of us had moved here for work, chasing dreams in this fast-paced city. We decided to visit Play Arena , a vibrant hub of both indoor and outdoor games, perfect for rekindling our college spirit. Upon arrival, we eagerly registered for five adrenaline-pumping activities: Rock Climbing , Go-Karting , Off-Roading , Paintball , and Bumper Cars . The most memorable part of the day unfolded during Paintball , a thrilling shooting game where small, color-filled capsules are fired from mock guns. As we waited for the game to start, the three of us began chatting casually in Bengali, unaware of our surroundings. A girl sat nearby, quietly listening. We didn’t think much of it—after all, how often do you find fellow Bengalis in Bangalore? But then th...