“Maybe This Is My Silent Battle”
Not every war is fought with swords. Some are fought in the stillness of your own room Where no one claps, no one sees, and nothing feels clear. Even the Gods knew this. Before Shiva became the calm destroyer, he withdrew — into the mountains, into himself. Not to run, but to feel every ounce of what was broken inside him. Lord Ram, after slaying Ravan, walks back into the forest — the war over, yet his inner battles just beginning. Arjuna, in the middle of a battlefield, freezes — not because he is weak, but because clarity hasn’t found him yet. They too stood still at the edge of purpose, unsure of what comes next. I think I’m in that phase too. I’m not lost… I’m just in the middle of a battle no one else can see. There is silence, discomfort, and the urge to rush. But there is also grace. Grace in letting go. Grace in not knowing. Grace in trusting that the next chapter will arrive… When I’m ready to live it — not perform it. The kind where your old life no longer fits, ...