The ironies
I’m like a glass jar filled with black and white pebbles — black and white, contradicting yet beautifully complementing each other. What can I really pick? White where I am right, or black where I’m happily wrong?
My mind runs on multiple threads — a problem, a half-formed idea, a question I never closed — each one looping back into a dense mesh. Pulling on one only tightens the rest into a tangled mess. Structure is how I untangle it.
“The structure exists because of the scatter. Not instead of it.”
My energy is better spent building the structure than fighting the scatter. Without structure, the scatter wins. Without scatter, there is no me.
Make a Difference
I went to teach. I stayed for what I learned.
Over four years at the non-profit, I became a teacher, a mentor, a fellow, and eventually someone people turned to. I raised funds, recruited people, and led a team for the first time in my life.
What stayed with me wasn't the experience of leadership. It was sitting in a circle one afternoon, listening to the kids talk about their lives, and quietly realising how much I'd been taking mine for granted.
That was the moment I understood something I've carried ever since:
“Systems fail people long before people fail each other.”
There and here
| Hyderabad where I was formed | Houston where I'm still becoming |
|---|---|
| Independent. Allegedly. | Actually independent. Terrifyingly so. |
| The roads were chaotic. So was I. We understood each other. | Got lost going to work. For a month. |
| The chaos felt like company. | Vast, green, and a little lonely. |
| Food appeared. | Groceries need a car, a plan, and a recipe from my mother. |
| A hurricane was a weather category I knew existed. | A palm tree snapped in half outside my window. Night two. |
| Home. | 11.5 hours away. Give or take. |
Still building. Myself included.