my thoughts in knots

a weekly dispatch by akshit

Imagine a life where you wake up at a wooden desk in a snow-covered mountain town, write until noon, then lace up your trail shoes and run until the light goes.

That is the dream. The reality, for now, is Bengaluru, a corporate job, and a notebook full of half-finished thoughts — tangled, knotted, restless. I muse, therefore I am.

This newsletter is the untangling. It comes to you like chai — unhurried, a little too hot, better when shared.