My First Heartbreak (And How It Helped, Eventually)

No, this isn’t a cheesy love story, sorry to disappoint all my rom-com enthusiasts. But this is a case  of real, actual, painful heartbreak. Let me tell you guys a story.


Since I was a child, I have always been drawn towards traveling and food. This may have something to do with my dad being in the Army, because we were constantly on the move. After he died, my mom and I moved to Pune, a quaint little city with the perfect mix of a bustling city life and chilled out suburb feel. I lived there for 14 years, slowly feeling the boredom creep in. That’s when, after my graduation, I moved to Mumbai. As you could see in my previous post, moving out was on exciting phase of my life. But after two years of working a desk job as a writer, again I could feel that dreaded feeling creep in. Boredom. That feeling of being so settled and so comfortable that there’s no excitement left anymore. It sucks.

The next day, I quit my job. With no backup in mind, I was running around like a headless chicken. but strangely enough, that feeling of discomfort was way more pleasant than having a set routine.

One day, an old roommate got in touch, telling me about a job opportunity which basically changed my entire life path. A chance to work as a travel writer. Something that I have wanted to do since, I don’t know, forever?! Well, long story short, I got offered the job with minimum payment but all expenses paid for all my travels, food and accommodation. It was perfect. And I had to move to Auroville, one of my dream places to move to. A little village close to Pondicherry in South India. Everything seemed to be working out.


I was sitting in my room in Mumbai, all packed, ready to leave for Auroville and my new exciting life the next day, when I received the most painful call of my life. Due to some strange circumstances, the stakeholders of the startup decided to scrap their plans of the travel magazine altogether. Which meant no Auroville, no travel writing, no dream job.

After many days of anguish and tears, I got over it.

Getting over heartbreak is just a matter of time, and I  know this now firsthand.

After that incident was when I realized that this is what I really want to do in life, for real.

I want to work on my own terms, travel and see things on my own terms and live on my own terms. And now, that’s what I’ve been doing!

From Mumbai to Gokarna, who knew the only catalyst needed would be one painful heartbreak? Not me.

This marked the beginning of my new life 🙂

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