Searching Through the Fog Stratification is essential, I know that. But to separate yourself from the crowd, to rise from the bulk, comes with a cost — and right now, I’m feeling the weight of that toll. There are moments when I feel most alive — a drink in hand, the company of friends, a shared laugh with women I admire, the rush of a bungee jump, diving deep into the waters of Fateh Sagar Lake, wandering the hills with my people under cloudy skies and a cool mist. But even in those moments, when everything seems perfect, I find myself searching. For what, I still don’t know. I’ve spent 24 years on this earth — a life mostly carefree, bending rules, writing my own script without hurting anyone. I’ve walked alongside some incredible people. And yet, I carry with me a strange, obscure vision — one that once seemed like a spark but now feels like a fog blurring my direction. It’s this lack of clarity that’s quietly costing me. I’m in a phase where on the outside, everything might se...