I am a nobody.

And I mean it.

I am a nobody without all of you.

Every time I write, I imagine someone sitting alone in a corner of their room, scrolling through their phone, unsure what they’re feeling but hoping to find something that gives it shape. And sometimes, my words reach them. Sometimes they don’t. But when they do, it feels like a thread got tied. Between me and a stranger. Between my pain and someone else’s silence.

That’s what this platform has become for me. A bridge.

I don’t care much for follower counts or metrics. But I won’t lie either. Every new like, every comment, every message, every voice that tells me “this made me feel less alone” gives me strength to write again the next morning. The whole is always made of its parts.

This space has given me more than I’ve ever asked for.

Some people tell me I’m foolish. That I should be charging. Building funnels. Monetising. That I’m wasting potential. But here’s the truth - I didn’t come here to sell anything. I came here because I was breaking. I came here because I had no place to store my suffering except my own words.

And somehow, you stayed.

You read my heartbreaks. You read the loneliness between my lines. You stayed when I was angry. When I was loud. When I was grieving. You gave kindness to someone who did nothing to earn it except tell the truth.

I always say,
Paisa kama lenge.
Par paise se jyada chain se sona zaroori hai.
Aur us chain ka source aap sab log ho.
My priceless people, readers.

I didn’t grow this platform.
You carried me here.
One like, comment, message at a time. One share at a time. One silent nod at a time.

You saw my heartbreaks, my rants, my dark nights, my scars. And instead of turning away, you sat beside them. That’s more than I’ve ever expected from strangers. And yet, you’ve made me feel like I belong.

Every time I wanted to stop writing, one of you said something that kept me going. A message. A whisper. A “thank you, I needed this today.” Sometimes it came from someone sitting in Bangalore. Sometimes from Boston. Sometimes from Paris. But it came. Like a signal. Like home.

There’s a line by Anne Lamott.
“Hope begins in the dark...
The stubborn hope that if you just show up
and try to do the right thing
the dawn will come.”

You are that dawn.

I often go back to what Anne Frank once wrote -
“I can shake off everything as I write, my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.”

That’s what writing here has done for me.
It gave me courage. But more importantly, it gave me witnesses. And in this world, to be witnessed even with judgment is the rarest gift.

So this is a thank you.
Just a man saying thank you.
To all of you.

For reading. For responding. For staying.

For making me feel human.
And that is enough.

Keep engaging with my messages.
Because you're the bridge that carries these words to those who need them but don’t know how to ask.
Spread the word.
Be the bridge.