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Take a look at your wardrobe. What happens to that fast-fashion shirt when you get bored of it? In a typical Indian household, we already have a world-class recycling system: A fancy shirt becomes casual wear, then nightwear, then the official " Holi t-shirt , " then a dusting cloth, and finally, it achieves nirvana as the ultimate pocha (floor mop). Humare gharon mein toh kapdo ka punarjanm hota hai! (In our homes, clothes get reincarnated!) We might donate the good ones, feeling like we've done a noble deed. But what about the millions of tons of clothes that don't become our household pochas ? Massive brands love to talk about " sustainability " on Instagram, slapping a green leaf emoji on their bio. But when those fast-fashion trends die out in a month, do these companies actually help collect, recycle, or reuse the mountains of deadstock? The answer is a simple, resounding no . Asliyat mein, zyadatar sirf greenwashing hai (In reality, most of it is...

We have all thought about it, even if we only whisper it to ourselves in the quietest moments of the night. If we had a choice in how we leave this world, most of us would choose the same exit strategy: The Peaceful Sleep Death. To close your eyes at night and simply never wake up sounds like the ultimate mercy. It is a departure stripped of hospital beeps, painful treatments, and prolonged goodbyes. Recently, I witnessed the aftermath of this twice. My friend’s aunt passed away this way in her 40s, and shortly after, my own cousin, Mossu, left us in his 60s the exact same way. In a moment of vulnerability and reflection, I turned to my friend and voiced a thought that felt deeply rational to me: "I wish for a similar death. I don’t want to become a liability or a burden to anyone when I’m old." My friend got offended. In that moment, a quiet wall went up between us. It made me step back and realize something profound about how we talk about death. What feels like comfort to ...