Wednesday, 10 September 2025

All Is Well – My Life’s Greatest Armor


My husband stays away.
Family support is weak.
Alone, with my child, in a metro city like Delhi, balancing work, life, and parenting.
And on top of that, life doesn’t let me stay in one place.
Work and responsibilities pull me across different cities within NCR.

This is not easy.
Not at all.

Today, even my child’s doctor asked,
"How does your family run like this?"
I simply smiled and said,
"Sir, it runs."

Yes, it runs.
Because situations are just situations.
If we have purpose, even the most unusual arrangements keep moving forward.

Our family runs.
Yes, it’s hard.
But it runs.
Because situations are never perfect.

The difficulties I’ve faced for ages now may seem unjust, overwhelming, and imperfect.
But the truth is – no one's life is perfect.

Yet, this relentless dose of difficulty has shaped a different human in me.
Stronger.
Wiser.
More resilient.

Today, I can honestly say –
All is well.
I feel it deep in my soul.
Everything is okay.
Everything is alright.

The most beautiful part?
I’ve learned to find happiness in nothing.
In simplicity.
In small moments.
In just being.

As a girl, while many of my friends adored Shahrukh Khan,
I always admired Aamir Khan.
Not for the flawless movies – many had critiques and pointed flaws –
But for his relentless pursuit of perfection.

Even amidst criticism, his movies held moments that felt just perfect.

Just like the iconic phrase from Three Idiots
“All is well.”

I heard it years ago when the movie released,
But now, I truly understand –
"All is well" is the greatest armor for life.
Not a lie.
Not blind hope.
But a choice.
A mindset.
A shield.

So yes, my life runs.
Despite the chaos, the uncertainty, and the heaviness,
It runs…
With grace.
With purpose.
With an unshakeable belief that all is well.


I Count My Failures Too

Counting blessings is gratitude.

It’s what we often forget to do, but should do, to realize how fortunate we truly are.

Yet, I count my failures.
Not as a punishment.
Not as guilt.
Not as misfortune.

One thing I’ve always been certain of –
I never consider failure a misfortune.
Deliberately, I don’t.
It has become my way of thinking, my behavior.

Failures are not misfortunes.
They are not bad luck or destiny’s cruelty.
They are simply outcomes of miscalculation, misjudgment, or incomplete understanding.
Never misfortune.

Fortune is always good.
Or at least, we must train ourselves to believe this truth –
That fortune, in any form, is always good.
There is no misfortune.

So, where was I…
I count my failures.
Sincerely. Honestly.

I count them to understand how and why I failed.
How many times I failed.
How far I was from success.
And most importantly –
What lessons each failure taught me.

I count my failures to recognize how fortunate I am.
Fortunate to know what doesn’t work.
Fortunate to understand what can go wrong.
Fortunate to gain wisdom in hindsight.

Because every failure is a step forward.
A sign of effort.
A lesson earned.

So yes, I count my failures too.
With gratitude.
With clarity.
With purpose.