India, Sept. 22 -- In a recent conversation with a colleague-both of us sailing the same turbulent sea of careerism-we found ourselves grappling with a shared unease: regrets of a past where ambition eclipsed living, and fears of a future demanding relentless upward movement. In this anxious pursuit, the present-rich with beauty and boundless grace-often escapes our notice. We wear economic blinkers, mistaking motion for meaning. Social gatherings become obsolete rituals, pushed aside by the weight of deadlines. Invitations are declined, family ties loosen, and our absence becomes predictable. We retreat into a self-made solitude, cloaked in the nobility of "hard work," unaware of the relationships and small joys silently slipping away. ...