Ekta | wisdomekta

Disclaimer: “My Old-soul Twinkle,” is my heartfelt attempt to capture the endless stream of thoughts racing through my mind. At times, these musings may seem confusing—or even a little "out there"—but I genuinely welcome your counterpoints and insights. Dive in and share your thoughts. Sometimes I feel like the 1980s and 90s had a secret ingredient . No, life was not perfect back then. People had problems. Families argued. Jobs were stressful. Money was often tight. But somehow, those grainy photographs of the era reflects that the emotions were real. Old stories from grandparents make the relationships felt less edited. Smiles were not waiting for likes. Friendships did not need Wi-Fi to survive. Back then, if someone visited our house, they actually came to meet us with no background of where we had gone for lunch, or about our last trip. They just visited, and we had so much to share and talk and discuss. Just a ringing doorbell and papa shouting, “ dekho kaun aya hai ” . ...

Disclaimer: This series, “My Old-soul Twinkle,” is my heartfelt attempt to capture the endless stream of thoughts racing through my mind. At times, these musings may seem confusing—or even a little "out there"—but I genuinely welcome your counterpoints and insights. Dive in and share your thoughts! Whether it is the newlywed bride crushed by the invisible weight of emotional labor, the corporate employee drowning in the "next task" without room to breathe, or the quiet caretakers of our everyday world, we are burning out our maintenance crew. My old soul never understood some of the ways our systems work . Like the obsession with the starting line. We throw parties for the ribbon-cutting, “heavily” celebrate the newlywed couple, and cheer for the fresh graduate landing their first big job. Over time, we have collectively built a society that deeply appreciates, demands, and richly rewards primarily creators and builders. And look, there is absolutely no harm in tha...

Disclaimer: “My Old-soul Twinkle,” is my heartfelt attempt to capture the endless stream of thoughts racing through my mind. At times, these musings may seem confusing—or even a little "out there"—but I genuinely welcome your counterpoints and insights. Dive in and share your thoughts! Friendships bloom in countless forms. They are the essential emotional bedrock for human survival. Consider the healthy, respectful bond between parents; the mischievous, shared history of siblings; the fiery camaraderie of college friends, or the innocent joy of schoolyard pals. There's the electric connection of a romantic friendship, the enduring covenant of a lifelong married partnership, and the gentle, blessed wisdom shared with grandparents. These connections—be they the blood of the heart or the bond of shared experience—stand as equals to, if not exceeding, any biological ties. I have been truly blessed with the presence of many profound friendships in my life. Yet, to be honest wi...