Two Hours, A Thousand Thoughts & One Big Dream

Somewhere between the glass towers and golden skies, Gurgaon has quietly memorized my smile.

If you read my last post, you probably got a sneak peek into my daily metro life, the crowd, the chaos, and let’s be real, the constant test of patience. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I’m not a metro person. I get irritated and agitated way too easily, especially after a long day at work. That’s why, every now and then, I ditch the metro and book a Rapido (yes, that quick escape) just to breathe, unwind, and ride back home on a bike.

Now, you might think a 2-hour bike journey sounds insane, and honestly, sometimes it is the dust, the honks, the traffic. But here’s the thing: there’s a weird kind of magic in it, too. There’s something about that open road, the wind in my hair, and most of all, the view.

I don’t know if it’s just me, but every time I pass through the towering buildings of Cyber City, Gurgaon, or glide past the stunning glass structures near Aerocity, I can’t help but smile. Like, a proper full-face smile. My back might be aching, but my heart? It’s dreaming.

I remember this one time, I caught a glimpse of the Google office, and something in me just lit up. I stared at it like a kid outside a candy store, imagining myself walking through those doors one day. And why not? It’s not wrong to dream.

In fact, my dream isn’t just about working somewhere big. It’s about running something of my own. Picture this: Me, sitting in my corner office on the top floor of a Gurgaon skyscraper, looking down at the city that once made me believe in possibilities. Or even better, owning a cozy little bakery café, with people walking in and out, the smell of fresh croissants and strong coffee in the air. That’s my happy place, too.

For me, dreams aren’t just dreams. They’re a reflection of love, love for what I do, love for what I want to become. And no, I don’t believe in leaving it all to destiny. That doesn’t work, not in real life. If you want something, you’ve got to get up, show up, and take the first messy, unsure step.

And trust me, I’ve taken a few. I’ve made mistakes, faced setbacks, and had days where everything felt like it was slipping away. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: every single step matters. Even the ones where you stumble. Especially those.

Struggle? We all go through it. Daily hustle? It’s real and exhausting. But effort never goes to waste. Not when you’re investing in yourself. Not when you’re building towards something that means the world to you.

So, here’s to the late-night rides, the quiet dreams, and the skyscrapers that make my heart skip a beat. I don’t know how or when, but I do know I’ll get there. One building, one blog post, and one brave decision at a time.

Till then, I’ll keep riding, keep smiling, and keep working my ass off.
Because honestly? That dream is mine. And I’m not letting go.