क्या आपको कभी ऐसा महसूस हुआ है कि आप सिर्फ सही लहर का इंतजार कर रहे हैं?

अचानक, मध्यरात्रि के समय—शहर साँस छोड़ता है, मन में सोचें। प्रतिक्रिया: ‘मुझे पता है’।

मैं स्मॉल बोट फिशिंग में प्रवेश करने के पीछे, प्रसिद्धि ya पैसा? Tuhin. Mere liye yeh ek sahaj ritu thi—prakash aur chalne ki jagah.

Kabhi kisi ne dekha nahi. Koi samajhne ki zaroorat nahi thi.

Chuppi Rhythm of Trying

Shuruaat mein main bina soche-taheen taap raha tha—jaise koi prarthana. Lekin dheer se maine patterns notice kiye: New Zealand ke tides jaise dholak ka dhundhulna, kuch round jaise rok ke saans.

Maine sirf jeet hi nahi track kiya—बल्कि woh pal bhi jahan meri dhadkan badh gayi bina paisa badalne ke।

Ek sari 3 sahi guess? Yeh luck nahi tha—yeh maulikta tha.

Yeh mujhe art school yaad dilayi: humein masterpieces banana nahi tha; humein gehri mehsoos karna tha.

Jeetna Na Hona Bhi Jeet Hai

Ek raat, 4 bar haar ke main app band karne ko taiyaar hua. Lekin phir ruk gaya — aur yaad aaya:

Hum perfect fisherman nahin banne aaye. Hum insaan banne aaye hain.

Isliye main reh gaya.

Mere khud se balance rakhte hue limits set kiye: paisa khoane ka dar nahi (lekin uska mahaav bhi tha), balki sambhal rakha jaana thaa। Ek din ka limit—mujhe apni zindagi ke sath samman diya: Tu gehri tarah chinta kar sakta hai—but obsessive mat bano.

Jaise Kairo ne kaha: “Steady hands beat wild ones.” Aur haan—I learned patience through pixels and waves.

Game Jo Dusro Ko Sunta Tha

Sabse zyada jaanakari thi na jeet (lekin woh sea glass jaisi chamakti thi). Par yeh digital space ek mirror ban gaya: Jab main haar gaya? Dard ho gaya — lekin bhagkar na jaane ke bajay use naam diya: ye gham hai. Ya anxiety. Ya akeliapatva. Aur phir… is naam ne uss dard ko chota kar diya. Game ne sab theek nahi kiya — lekin satate rehne ka mauka diya bina gunah lagaye. yeh aaj kal dunia mein bahut rare hai.

Aaj Jitni Bhi Chhoti Ritual Zaroori Hai Usse Ziyada

The world teaches us success = visibility—to post more, sell faster, achieve louder. But what if healing starts quietly? The truth is: we don’t need constant victory to be worthy. The ocean doesn’t stop rolling because one boat sinks. The same goes for us. Letting go doesn’t mean giving up—it means trusting your own current, your own rhythm, your own wave pattern. The next time you feel stuck between who you are and who you think you should be—try this: Pretend you’re on a small boat floating somewhere far away, someplace where no one knows your name, someplace where all that matters is whether you choose to keep rowing anyway. The fish may never come—but your soul might breathe again.