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*Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free — until their ex stops projecting childhood trauma onto their love life.*  Okay, Carrie Bradshaw didn’t say that exactly, but she should have. We’re living in an era of emotional buzzwords, attachment styles, and men who call themselves “intuitively poly.” Welcome to the modern dating jungle, where relationships fall apart not over cheating, but because of *inner child work* and exes who treat tarot cards as accountability tools. 🃏 Remember when Charlotte asked,   **“Why do we keep going back to the wrong men?”**   Now the answer is:   Because they say things like, *“My inner child is scared of intimacy,”* right after dry-humping you to their playlist titled “Sacred Touch.” 🎶 He doesn’t want therapy. He wants you — his fifth situationship this year — to emotionally rehab him between orgasmic breathwork and frantic Mercury retrograde Google searches.   It’s not self...

Once upon a time, people broke up. Now, they “mutually fade.” No tears, no closure — just a gradual descent into double taps, dead air, and the quiet death of emotional responsibility. Because nothing says “I'm evolved” like emotionally vanishing while still sending memes. The Urban Liberal Breakup Starter Pack One soft-spoken text that says “I’m just processing a lot.” One last “Hope you’re well” message that no one replies to. Passive-aggressive story views for six months. And a shared Spotify playlist that now feels like a war crime. Breakups used to end with rage, regret, or a Ryan Gosling movie. Now they end with you pretending to be too busy healing to reply. Ghosting, But Make It Spiritually Justified Gone are the days when ghosting was rude. Now it’s intentional detachment. Why be honest when you can wrap avoidance in therapy-speak and call it “emotional boundaries”? “I didn’t ghost you, I just needed space to reconnect with my higher self.” Yo...

It starts with an Instagram story: A cup of chai, sunlight streaming through the window, and the caption — “Feeling empty today. Craving connection 💔🌫️” Meanwhile, you've got: One situationship in Bangalore who sends voice notes at 2 a.m. A sneaky link in Pune with excellent abs and zero emotional range. A queer cuddle buddy in Delhi who reads you Audre Lorde after sex. And an ex you “accidentally” keep hooking up with during retrogrades. But sure, you’re “lonely.” Modern Loneliness: Now With Multiple People and No One to Text First We live in the era of abundance without intimacy. You’ve got four people in your bed on rotation, two dating apps still buzzing, and yet you’re scrolling Twitter at 1 a.m. hoping a stranger’s sad meme will understand you. You say you want "deep connection." But you flinch when someone asks, “Where do you see this going?” You're not heartbroken. You're just emotionally gluten intolerant. Queer, Poly, and Perp...

Hi beta, This is your great-great-great- greatest grandmother Harappa speaking. Not your mom’s mom — your civilization’s mom . I was just peacefully buried under centuries of sand bricks and sewage-efficient drainage when I heard your secondary school history teacher say: "Aryans killed off the town planners, so we forgot town planning." Excuse me? Did you just say we FORGOT town planning? Honey, I had grid systems before your gated colonies had WhatsApp groups. I had public baths , granaries , and houses with private toilets without caste, chaos, or credit cards. And you think one group of chariot bros just rode in, stabbed my engineers, and everyone suddenly went: “Oh no! What is drainage? What is plumbing? What is math?” 🐴 Aryans: The Original Gym Bros? I hear they were strong and we were peaceful , so obviously they won. How cute. Let’s talk facts: Yes, Indo-Aryan migrations happened. Over centuries. Slowly. There was no single cinematic invasi...

Once upon a brunch in Bandra, liberalism was discussed between two people who’d never used public transport. Gone are the days when liberalism meant dissent, danger, or having your phone tapped by the state. Today, it’s a vibe . It lives in filtered Instagram carousels, chai-in-copper-cups aesthetics, and captions like “I seek peace, not power” posted by someone whose dad runs a cement monopoly. From Revolution to Reels: The Great Filterization of Ideology What was once Che Guevara is now chai-scented minimalism. The modern-day “urban liberal” doesn’t storm streets — they storm stories. Protests are optional, but attending an indie film screening on "Dalit Trans Resistance through Crochet" is mandatory (only if it comes with wine). These are the people who will quote Faiz while sipping ₹700 coffee, nod solemnly at the word “marginalised,” and then use “ghetto” as a party theme. The Aesthetics of Empathy™ The true tragedy of Urban Liberalism 2.0 is that it’s no longer ...

The history of Indian spirituality is not merely a matter of theology or ritual. It is a vast emotional landscape, shaped by how human beings choose to relate to the divine. While the sacred goal may remain constant—union with God—the emotional idioms, metaphors, and relationships we assign to that journey vary deeply across time and geography. One of the most revealing contrasts in this landscape lies between the **Sufi-influenced Bhakti movement in North India** and the **Sant and Varkari traditions of Maharashtra**. As Sufism swept through India from the 12th century onward, it brought with it a mystical vocabulary centered on **Ishq-e-Haqiqi**—divine love that is overwhelming, intoxicating, and deeply personal. The Sufi seeker is often portrayed as a lover, undone by desire, longing for an absent beloved. This emotional intensity found a striking parallel in the Bhakti poetry of North India. Saints like **Meera Bai**, **Surdas**, and **Chaitanya Mahaprabhu** did not merely praise G...