A Year That Deserves Its Own Highlight Reel

This year didn’t just pass by—it danced, ran, baked, travelled, and quietly tested me.

We began the year with strength and worry intertwined, getting Mihu’s surgery done—one of those moments that ages you overnight but also reminds you how resilient love can be. Soon after came Mihu’s first birthday: small hands, big milestones, and a lot of silent gratitude.

Between all this, I slowly stepped back into my own rhythm both creatively and professionally. I performed in my first Bharatanatyam stage show with my group, completed my 3rd-year Bharatanatyam exams, and watched with indescribable pride as Saanvi gave her first solo Bharatanatyam performance—a full-circle moment I’ll carry for life.

Then came a huge first: our first international trip with kids—to Japan. Equal parts magical and exhausting, it proved that chaos and memories can coexist beautifully.

The oven barely got a break—cakes were baked, pizzas were rolled, and comfort often came dusted with flour and cheese. We celebrated Saanvi’s 7th birthday at home, surrounded by love, even if the guest list was small—proof that warmth doesn’t depend on numbers.

Physically, I pushed myself—back to a 10 km run, lots of exercise, reaching pre–pre-pregnancy weight, and then gaining some back because, well, life. Progress, not perfection.

But behind the photos and milestones was another story—battling the loneliness of raising two kids without a village. Many days felt heavy. Things didn’t look rosy most often, and there were moments I came frighteningly close to depression. Showing up every day took effort, strength, and more grace for myself than I ever thought I’d need.

And somewhere between survival and celebration, one reel quietly went viral, reminding me that even in the middle of the mess, small wins find their way to you.

We ended the year where the air felt lighter—travelling to Sikkim and Darjeeling, soaking in mountains, silence, and stillness. A soft pause after a loud, emotional year.

This year was messy, meaningful, exhausting, and beautiful—all at once. I didn’t just collect memories; I survived, grew, and kept going. And honestly, that might be the biggest win of all. 🌱