Megha Das ^hot^ File

For the last twelve months, I have lived in what author Jennifer Pastiloff calls “the beautiful middle.” Not the exciting beginning of a new dream, and not the glorious end where you finally "make it." Just the middle. The place where you put in the work, refresh your inbox one too many times, and wonder if you’re actually moving forward or just running in place.

Being a modern Indian woman in a creative field comes with its own unique hum. The hum of expectations. "When will you settle down?" sits right next to "Why aren't you earning more?" in the symphony of family WhatsApp forwards. megha das

I don't know what the next year holds. Maybe I'll go back to a corporate job. Maybe I'll write a book. Maybe I'll surprise myself and take a pottery class. For the last twelve months, I have lived