Link to the reel can be found here : https://www.instagram.com/reel/DEPXOIuPsJk/?igsh=aGVoMGwwYTZ1cm9x
This year, I ran—ran to escape, to heal, and to find myself. From the TMM Virtual 10K in January to the 31K in Pobitora this December, every run carried a story of pain and resilience. The Guwahati Half Marathon in February brought unexpected closure when I met DK after a long silence, only for old wounds to deepen. Running became my therapy, my rebellion, my prayer.
Travel became another escape, each journey shaping me in ways I didn’t expect. In Sravanabelgola, the timeless beauty of Jain temples and the Muth’s effort to preserve Prakrit inspired me. In Indonesia, the shores of Uluwatu, the Lombok dives, and the Mandalika race circuit were thrilling escapes. Bali’s history, from its glass craftsmanship to foreign influences, broadened my perspective. Maldives offered tranquil moments with MJ—manta rays and sunsets, fleeting escapes from life’s chaos. Arunachal’s Bailey Trail reminded me of the healing power of nature.
At home, loss shadowed joy. Nani passed away in June, leaving an ache no achievement could soothe. Panther, a fleeting but beautiful presence, left too soon, his sibling Mandy filling a void but not the silence.
This year, I crafted chili oils and vinegar, savored oysters, discovered Jamu, and opened savings accounts for AJ (Senior) and AJ (Junior), planting seeds for their future. But in my solitude, I felt the sting of rejection—DK’s indifference, failed genuine connections on Tinder and Bumble, and a mother who blocked me. I sought love and meaning but often found emptiness.
Physically, I tanned under distant suns, yo-yoed between 71 and 79 kgs, and ran through mental fogs. Yet, I finished. Even when I felt like an afterthought in someone else’s story, I wrote my own.
2024 was a year of losing myself and finding pieces to rebuild. I carry its scars, its lessons, and its quiet victories into 2025—a year I hope will bring strength, meaning, and peace.