Aayushi's Unbiased Opinion

  I used to think that peace was just an exit sign, A quiet room where I could breathe and claim what’s mine. I fled the heavy walls, the loud, orthodox constraints, Only to find a world of shadows and restraints. The streets were full of hollow eyes, a cold and threatening stare; I thought if I grew sharp and strong, I’d conquer all the fear. I built a fortress in my mind, a safe and structured life: The perfect house, the scent of coffee, a gentle, healing life, A balcony of books and dreams to keep the storm at bay— A curated, quiet haven just to wash the past away. And then, you happened. You didn't come with armor, and you didn't start a war; You didn’t demand the broken pieces scattered on the floor. When the old anxiety would rise and steal my heavy breath, You didn't try to fix the world or lecture me to death. You simply held me gently in the middle of the deep, Until the trembling faded, and you loved me into sleep. We don't just sit beside the river, watching...

  It has been a while since I wrote something or simply sat down to blog. Life lately has been moving too fast — so much happening all at once that writing somehow took a backseat. But over the past few months, one question has repeatedly appeared in my DMs from students and young consultants stepping into this field: “How did you manage to come this far?” From the outside, the journey may look exciting, even glamorous. Election campaigns, war rooms, political meetings, travelling across states — it all sounds fascinating. But the reality behind Political PR and consultancy is far more layered, exhausting, and emotionally demanding than what appears on social media. And perhaps that is exactly why this story needs to be told. When UPSC Stops Being the Only Dream I still remember the year 2024. The JPSC examination process had put on hold, and uncertainty had quietly started consuming me. One day, my sister looked at me and said: “Mons, it’s been a while now. You need to find other ...