#6 I hate changing routines

31st March 2025 Vibes: Navigating change and recovery

This Week’s Whisper from the Universe

"“When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood; like a house in a whirlwind, or else a boat crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids, and all aboard powerless to stop it. It's only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you are telling it, to yourself or to someone else.” ~ Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace

Let’s Overthink This

Hello, hello! I took a little hiatus, missed an edition, and honestly, it was needed. March has been a whirlwind of change—my first real shift in routine in months. For those who don’t know, I’m in the middle of an ACL/Meniscus recovery journey. Since January, I was entirely at home, on bed rest. But this month, I finally started stepping out again, and it felt… strange. Beautiful, but strange.

There’s something surreal about re-entering the world after being cocooned for so long. The city felt louder, the air felt fuller, and every tiny detail—Bangalore’s chaotic traffic, the golden light filtering through the trees in Cubbon Park, the stillness of the lakes—felt magnified. It was overwhelming at first, like my senses had to relearn the rhythm of movement, of presence.

At times, I also carried the quiet weight of feeling like an inconvenience—plans being adjusted around me, places being chosen based on what I could manage. I still have restrictions, but they’re slowly fading, and with them, I’m learning patience—with myself, with my body, with this season of life.

Balancing physio, doctor’s appointments, work, and simply existing has been… a lot. And yet, I look back now and think, I used to do all this—gym, work, content creation—seamlessly before. How wild is that?

It reminds me of how life felt post-lockdown—emerging from stillness into motion, from solitude into the fullness of the world again. I’d forgotten what it’s like to exist among people, to be a part of something bigger than my own four walls. And that’s why Atwood’s words hit me so deeply this week. When you’re in the thick of it, life feels like chaos, like pieces falling apart in your hands. But later, when you step back, when you begin to tell the story, you realize—it wasn’t falling apart. It was coming together in ways you couldn’t yet see.

Have you ever heard the quote, "Life is like a TV show, and you're just in season <your age>?" I love that thought. It makes everything feel a little less final, a little more fluid. Some seasons are fast-paced, full of plot twists and adventure. Others are slower, the kind where not much seems to happen—but those are the ones where the character development happens, where the quiet shifts take place.

Recovery is like that. Some days, you feel invincible—like things are falling back into place. And then, suddenly, you take two steps back, and it feels like everything is slipping through your fingers. But maybe that’s just part of it—the story that’s still being written, the season you’re still living through. And if this really is just season 23 for me, then I think I’m okay with not knowing the full storyline yet.

This Week's Soundtrack

Checkout all the songs from the previous editions of the newsletter

Freeze Frame

Nom Nom Nom

I baked the most delicious French Sablé Cookies this month, in vanilla, matcha, and chocolte flavours!! Just melt in your mouth, delicious buttery goodness <3

Literary Main Character Moment

I am still reading Everything I know about Love by Dolly Alderton. It's a really fun book, and I am able to slowly relate to some of the things she wrote about.

Checkout my videos from last few weeks

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What’s Cooking in Your World?

How was your march? Do you feel time passed you by?

Byeee, Don’t Forget to Hydrate <3