

A Letter to My Readers: The Year I Chose to Be Fully Human
Harinath Strategy & Growth – Reliance Retail; EI Outlook Editor , Linkedin Profile , Blog Dear Gentle Readers, If I look back at 2025, it feels like a year where something inside me finally clicked into place. Not because life became easier, but because it became clearer. Our society magazines along with Shalini —born quietly at the end of last year—found their true rhythm in 2025. What began as a community project slowly turned into a shared movement of curiosity, learning

Harinath K
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Looking forward to Thriving in 2026
Dr. Devyani Rozario Website For many, 2025 wasn't a year of goal-smashing victories but a quiet, gruelling battle waged on multiple fronts. It was a time defined by survival . This struggle took countless forms, from the relentless pressure of economic uncertainty and the strain on physical or mental well-being, to the deep personal efforts required to maintain stability amidst unexpected disruption. The constant need to adapt, pivot, and conserve resources transformed amb

Dr. Devyani Rozario
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A Letter to the Wiser One
Umme Salmaa Bharmal Your Artist friend & Art facilator Linkedin Profile Substack Blog Contact me at: 9920492453 (from the Inner Me) Dear You, You know, from inside, you are still a child. I see how you light up over little things — a butterfly passing by, clouds rushing and reshaping themselves, colors bleeding into one another on paper. You still love all of this. You always have. So tell me — why do you pretend? Why do you tell yourself, I am an adult now, I can’t do this?

Umme Salmaa Bharmal
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Jab We Met
Angelina Kenny Writer, Website The greenery called to me, flirtatiously swaying above the wall. At first I’d resisted; I’d already wasted enough time, wandering in circles. But something nudged me forward. Creakkk . The metal gate squeaked in protest, as I stepped into the garden. Ferns fanned out against vast trees; sunlight peeking through the gaps, lighting the cobblestone paths, dust motes swirling golden in the morning air. I paused, capturing the noisy chirps of ch

Angelina E Kenny
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