Short stories by a software engineer who thinks too much about distributed systems — and everything else.
Once you have seen what you can be, you can't go back and choose not to see.
Have you ever had that feeling where you're doing okay… but somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you could be doing so much more? Nothing is really wrong. Life is moving. But you can't stop thinking about the person you could become.
Every dream has a cost, every want has a weight.
There are only two ways to get what you desire: you give up more, or you lower the fire. You give more of your time, your sleep, your days, or want a little less from all that you chase.
For every no that grew our truth.
We met where worlds were not the same, two hearts that sparked, then lit a flame. The rules were loud, the lines were drawn, but love kept whispering, hold on.
It is not that I am weak or slow — it is just my bandwidth running low.
I sit down to work, ready and clear, then another thought whispers in my ear. One task becomes two, then suddenly three, and I lose myself in a scrolling sea.
Some people walk into your life quietly. Kian Mehta walked into mine like a warning I chose to ignore.
The first thing he said to me was: Don't. I'd just stepped off the elevator at Lume Architecture — camera bag, three coffees, zero attention — and walked straight into him.
(One More Time)
Arjun's alarm went off at six-fifteen every morning. He didn't need it. He was always awake by six. Had been for four years — ever since he'd taken the bank job.
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