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  The vacation gone wrong “Radhikaaaa! Radhikaaaa!” Varun wailed, his inconsolable tears reverberated across the island. “What happened, Sir?” the hotel manager, Mr. Ayaz Khan rushed to the room. And saw her. Her body pale, half-naked. “I’ll call the police”, Ayaz said, composing himself, trying his best to not reveal that he knew Varun’s dark little secret from one hour ago. Thirty minutes later, a speedboat entered the island carrying Inspector Irfan Malik and his team, Head Constable Jerry Thomas and Sub-inspector Zareen Ahmed. Inspector Malik was famous for solving high-profile murders. In the quest of better work-life balance, he had chosen to be transferred to Lakshadweep last month. However, as they say, Murder & Malik go hand in hand! You cannot keep one away from the other for long. “Take me to the crime scene,” he announced his entry with panache. Twelve hours ago “Blue waters, white sands. So pristine! Better than Maldives!” “I know. I am glad you loved t

 (First written in October 2019) Reflections in flight: I think I have reached a stage now where I don't need any more money. What I have is more than enough to live a content life of luxury.  Anything more is just wants and desires and which will be never ending. I don't want to fall into a typical trap where people have money and still say they don't.  Money is important, I agree and I value that but I don't want to run after money.  Life should be about finding a purpose - and doing things that make us happy. If while seeking excellence and happiness if we find money that's great. But we shouldn't make "becoming rich" the sole purpose. Because richness is relative.  I consider myself richer if I have a loving family, a caring partner, time to spend relaxing and so on. If we reduce needs what we have also will seem enough else we will never be happy in life & will always be chasing something or the other. Take a moment pause to reflect when was t

 (First written in July 2016) The puzzle piece Wherever I go, I come across two kinds of people. One who are too full of themselves, and the other who are constantly doubting themselves. Many in my ecosystem unfortunately belong to the second category. I say unfortunately, because despite being really wonderful, they constantly seek validation from the world. Constantly drowning in a sea of self-doubt, unable to fathom the value they bring to the table, not just at work but even as a person. Their blatant refusal to believe that they are awesome irks me. Yes there would always be people better than us - better performing professionals, friends with a more happening social life, and random people on Facebook and Instagram with seemingly happier lives. But, does that make us any less awesome? I have always believed in the philosophy that, if we don't believe in yourself, it's futile to expect others to believe in us. If we don't love the way we are, how can we expect others t