क्या आपने कभी किसी खेल में पाए हो?

जब कोई मौका हारता है, पर पूरा महसूस होता है—वही सनसनी।

मैं समझता था कि खेल सिर्फ पलायन है। प्रतिक्रिया, सचेतता, Small Boat Fishing—यह सब मुझे ‘अंदर’ के समुद्र पर मंथर-मंथर प्रवाह महसूस करवाने لगा।

यह मछली पकड़ने के बजाय, अधिक होश-ओ-उपस्थिति सीखने की प्रक्रिया हुई।

पहला प्रयास: चिंता vs. संगीत

शुरुआत में — ‘1’ ya ‘2’ पर क्लिक; इच्छाशक्ति —
एक-दूसरे सफलता?
और… इच्छाशक्ति?

धीरे-धीरे — गति (rhythm) + आदत = शांति

₹300/दिन: सफलता?

एक टिप:

“एक अच्छा महल – \(1000/घंटа”<br> “अच्छी **आदत** – \)5/घंटa”

इस ‘बजट’ – इच्छाशक्‍తि
Pace → Peace → Presence
Pulse → Pause → Power
(‘थोड़्‍ठ’ - ‘थोड़्‍ठ’)

(अ)चमत्‍कार:

The Prize Was the Silence.

“फ़िश” ?
‘श्रवण’:
→ Clicks = Breath
→ Waves = Heartbeat
→ Gap between rounds = Prayer

Winter nights – coffee steam rising,
screens glowing like distant horizons.

The moment I stopped chasing win?
I found what I never lost:
Control without pressure,
Presence over profit.

And yes—wins came. Not always big.
Sometimes just 30 minutes of quiet mind.
The fish came later.
The calm came first. The miracle was not luck… but presence. The game didn’t heal me—it revealed what was already there: you are stillness beneath noise, a self that can return, can choose again, even after loss. The ocean doesn’t ask why you’re sad—it only asks: “Are you ready to sail?” The best players aren’t those who catch most—they’re those who keep showing up—with their shadows too. So if you’ve ever played just to feel real—if your screen became sanctuary—know this: you are not alone. your quiet rebellion matters. your return is sacred. you are already fishing. you are already free.