As a child, I used to be so fed up of the voice inside my head talking. It was constantly saying things or imagining stuff. Growing up I realized, it has a name – ‘mind chattering’ of the 'monkey mind'.

Once I acknowledged it, I began embracing it instead of fighting it. And then the beauty bloomed.

I found a way to put all my thoughts on paper. Some amateur love-sick poems, some surprising short stories.

I penned down the thoughts I had over a cup of coffee and began focusing my mind's spirit.

Reading helped me silence the voice. Travelling helped me listen that voice better. And films helped me think about deeper things.