Megha Das !exclusive! May 2026

I love my roots. I love the chaos of Durga Puja, the smell of shiuli flowers, the way my mother says "thakur dekha" (seeing God) as if peace is just a temple visit away. But I also love my quiet studio apartment, my unconventional hours, and the fact that I don't have to answer to anyone for taking a nap at 3 PM.

But for the first time in a long time, I am not terrified by the "not knowing." I am curious about it. megha das

Not because I didn’t want to be here. But because I had spent so long believing that success requires a perfect, linear map . Graduate. Get the job. Climb the ladder. Repeat. I love my roots

I don't know what the next year holds. Maybe I'll go back to a corporate job. Maybe I'll write a book. Maybe I'll surprise myself and take a pottery class. But for the first time in a long

Being a modern Indian woman in a creative field comes with its own unique hum. The hum of expectations. "When will you settle down?" sits right next to "Why aren't you earning more?" in the symphony of family WhatsApp forwards.

I moved cities last spring. Left a stable marketing role in Bangalore to freelance in Bombay. On paper, it looked brave. In reality, it looked like me, crying over a spreadsheet at 11 PM, wondering why I had turned down a perfectly good paycheck for "creative freedom."