Monsoon nights are unforgiving to luxury. Everything you usually control starts slipping. Doors stay open. Humidity creeps in. And the smallest things suddenly matter a lot. That evening, dinner had already gone off track. Flies. Multiple complaints. A table of expat guests in transit for just one night — which, in hospitality, means this experience is the memory they’ll carry. Then dessert arrived. Kulfi. With a fly in it. The restaurant manager smiled and said: “Oh, it’s mo

The first professional training program I ever designed lived inside a PowerPoint deck. And every single slide carried my idea of creativity. Multiple fonts. Transitions on every click. Sound effects that made it feel like something important was happening… even when it wasn’t. At the time, I was convinced I had built something special. Engaging. Different. What I had actually built was a full-blown comedy-monster — a highly committed distraction. There was a reaction in the

2025 reminded me of Tiramisu. Layered. Contrasting. Honest. Some parts of the year were firm, moments that demanded resolve. Others were soft, where patience, recovery, and stillness mattered more than speed. There was bitterness too. The kind that sharpens perspective. And sweetness, not loud, not instant, but earned. This year altered me in ways I hadn’t planned. It asked me to let go of something familiar. It left a permanent reminder, not visible to everyone, but present