Amit Raj Author, Learner and Trader

In a world that constantly demands our speed, performance, and perfection, we often overlook the very moments that make us feel alive. But if you pause—just for a breath—you’ll notice the world inside your home is filled with quiet magic. A magic that asks for nothing, yet gives everything. Cherish it. Cherish the moments that seem ordinary. Because they’re not. They’re pieces of your own living poem. Feel the silent language of love in the way your mother adjusts your blanket even when you’re asleep. In the way your father silently watches over you from across the room, not saying much, but saying everything in that stillness. The walls of your home have heard your laughter, your outbursts, your silence—they know the real you. The sun sneaking through the window in the early morning, dancing on your face before the alarm clock goes off—it’s not just sunlight, it’s a reminder that another day has come, another chance to live, to love, to remember. Feel the gentle trickle of rain throug...

  Sometimes, a single message from someone you’ve touched through your writing brings back the very essence of why you wrote in the first place. Today, I want to share such a moment — not just as a reply, but as a reminder to anyone who has ever walked away from home with a heavy heart. After publishing my recent blog, "The Journey from the Grabs of Loneliness" , I received this moving message: “I came to my hometown for a day to stay with family and for some work, and I’m going back to Kolkata—my workplace. Like every time, even this time, my nose is all red, eyes have swollen, and it’s all blurry in front. I can recall your blog. The warm dal chawal served without even asking, the return to warmth: it’s all in front of me today. It has been this way always. We say we are habitual now, but the heart still aches, we still turn around to see our home—our safe place—again. If average means settling at home with less education, shared responsibility, dinner with family—I ...