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A Personal Threshold, A Public Reckoning On the 15th of October, I crossed a threshold I never saw coming. I was rushed to Accident & Emergency at St Mary’s Hospital, London, with an unsustainable heart rate—later diagnosed as high atrial fibrillation (AF). My body was in crisis. My heart, volatile beyond measure. And yet, what
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“Necessity might be the mother of invention, but it was grief, erosion, and silence that shaped me into an architect. I didn’t choose to build—I had to“ I didn’t enter finance to chase wealth. I entered by accident. I wanted to be a scientist. I was drawn to inquiry, to the elegance of cause and
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There are moments in history when a nation doesn’t just falter—it forgets itself. Not through war or invasion, but through erosion. Through the slow, silent unraveling of its moral architecture, its civic rituals, and its shared mythologies. America, in this moment, is unbecoming. Not because of one man. But because of what we’ve allowed to
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There’s a certain kind of magic that only travel can offer—the kind that doesn’t just change your surroundings but transforms your very being. My life in London and my travels across Europe have been more than just a series of destinations; they’ve been a mosaic of moments, people, and places that have shaped the person
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