Every morning, as soon as the clock strikes six, I rise and begin my meditation, a quiet promise to myself. It keeps my mind calm, my heart grounded, and my dreams alive. It reminds me who I am and more importantly, who I never want to become again — the person I was two years ago.

After my morning routine and a light breakfast, I lock the door of my apartment and step out, the cool Mumbai breeze brushing against my face. I make my way to the small parking area, slide the key into the ignition, and within seconds, the bike roars to life, my cue to chase another day of purpose through the bustling streets of Mumbai.