Entrepreneur, Autism Specialist, Founder of SAI, SAI Connections, Empowered Autistic Individuals (EAI) Passionate about living a deep and meaningful life.
#WisdomWednesday
"Courage is the most important of all the virtues because without courage, you can't practice any other virtue consistently." — Dr. Maya Angelou
✨What is one lesson you're still growing into?
#MayaAngelou
I was in the Taj Hotel on the night of 26/11 with my husband @Ajay_Bagga . We were fortunate to survive the heinous terrorist attack that night and were rescued alive after 14 hours .
The most bone-chilling scene in #Dhurandhar for me was the red screen where the actual voice recordings of the 26/11 terrorists and their handlers were played. To hear what the handlers were instructing the terrorists to do , how brutal, inhuman and disgusting it was - just sent shivers through my body. To see the scene recreated from the other side- the handlers celebrating at every bomb going off & every person killed - if that doesn’t fill us with rage and renewed commitment to national security, what else will?
17 years have passed but the memory of what happened and what could have happened to us just shook me to the core . Gut wrenching and painful
Huge credit to Dhurandhar and its makers @AdityaDharFilms for ensuring that an entire new generation understands what truly happened on 26/11 in just those 2–3 minutes.
That look of @RanveerOfficial will haunt an entire generation.
@TajMahalMumbai@AdityaRajKaul@yamigautam
#india #life #mumbai #terrorism #films #dhurandhar
sat next to a guy on a flight who smelled like old money
rolex. tailored suit. reading a physical newspaper like it was 1987.
figured he was some finance executive or inherited wealth.
we got talking. I mentioned I sell stuff online.
he put down his newspaper.
"what kind of stuff?"
digital products. courses. ebooks. that kind of thing.
he smiled weird.
"I made $4 million last year selling a PDF about aquariums."
I thought he was messing with me.
he wasn't.
this guy is 61 years old. spent 30 years as an accountant. hated every second of it. retired at 55 with decent savings but nothing crazy.
his hobby was aquariums. had been keeping fish tanks since he was 12.
"my wife told me to start a blog so I'd stop boring her with fish facts."
so he did. wrote about aquarium stuff 3 times a week. water chemistry. tank setups. fish compatibility.
for 2 years nobody read it.
"I had maybe 50 visitors a month. all probably bots."
but he kept going because he had nothing else to do.
year 3, one article ranked on google. then another. then another.
suddenly he was getting 100K visitors a month. all people searching for aquarium help.
"I realized these people would probably pay for a complete guide. so I wrote one."
147 pages. everything about setting up and maintaining an aquarium.
priced it at $47.
first month: $6K
first year: $340K
last year: $4.2 million
from a PDF about fish tanks.
I asked about his marketing strategy.
"I don't have one. google sends people to my blog. blog mentions the guide. people buy it. I go play golf."
no email sequence?
"I have a newsletter. I send fish tips once a week. sometimes I mention the guide at the bottom. that's it."
no upsells?
"I made a second guide about saltwater tanks specifically. $67. people who bought the first one usually buy the second. that's my whole business."
no team?
"my wife helps with customer service. we get maybe 10 emails a day. most are just people showing us their tanks."
this 61 year old retiree built a bigger business than most "entrepreneurs" I know.
no ads. no funnel hacks. no growth strategies. no personal brand.
just mass expertise in one weird niche and patience to let it compound.
before we landed he gave me advice I didn't ask for:
"everyone your age wants to get rich fast. that's why most of you stay broke. I wrote about fish for 2 years before making a dollar. now I make more than I did in 30 years of accounting. speed is overrated. patience pays."
the plane landed. he grabbed his newspaper and walked off.
probably went home to feed his fish.
“The key is to keep asking yourself the same question, again and again and again: this is your life—what do you want to pay attention to?”
— Catherine Price
via the 5-Bullet Friday newsletter (https://t.co/pbBMyKOzli) from @tferriss
On the night of May 20, 2025, a little girl in a faded pink frock fell asleep on her mother’s lap at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. Her parents, simple people from Solapur, had come to Mumbai for her father’s treatment. They were exhausted. Just for a moment, the mother closed her eyes.
When she opened them, her daughter was gone.
Six months.
Six months of walking from police station to police station.
Six months of showing the same crumpled photograph to strangers on trains, in slums, in orphanages.
Six months of the father not sleeping, the mother not eating, both of them growing hollow-eyed, whispering the same name into the dark: “Aarohi… Aarohi…”
In Varanasi, a thousand kilometres away, a tiny girl with no memory of her real name was learning to call herself “Kashi.” She had been found crying near the railway tracks in June, barefoot and terrified. The orphanage gave her food, a bed, and a new name. She smiled easily, because children always do, but sometimes at night she clutched the edge of her blanket and asked for “Aai” — Marathi for mother — and no one understood.
Back in Mumbai, the police refused to close the file. They printed posters with Aarohi’s face, stuck them on every platform from Lokmanya Tilak Terminus to Bhusawal to Varanasi Cantt. They ran newspaper ads, knocked on doors, begged journalists for help. Six months is a long time for hope to stay alive, but some officers carried her photograph in their shirt pockets like it was their own child.
Then, on November 13, a local reporter in Varanasi saw the poster. Something clicked. He had seen a girl who spoke Marathi words in her sleep. He made a phone call.
The next morning, a Mumbai Police inspector sat in front of a laptop in Varanasi and opened a video call. On the screen appeared a little girl in a pink frock — the same colour she was wearing the day she vanished. The mother, standing behind the officer in Mumbai, saw her daughter and collapsed without a sound. The father just kept repeating, “That’s my Aarohi… that’s my baby…”
They flew her back on Children’s Day — November 14.
When the plane landed, the entire Mumbai Crime Branch was waiting. They had bought her balloons and a new frock, sky blue this time. But the moment the little girl stepped out and saw the sea of khaki uniforms, she did something no one expected.
She ran.
Not away — toward them.
Tiny legs pumping, arms outstretched, she threw herself at the nearest officer and laughed — the purest, clearest laugh that had been missing from the world for half a year. The officer, a tough man who had seen everything, felt his eyes burn. He lifted her high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like he was family.
Her parents were crying too hard to walk. So the policemen carried their daughter to them.
The mother touched her face again and again, as if checking she was real. The father fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to his child’s tiny feet, sobbing words no one could understand except God.
And the little girl? She just kept smiling, looking from her parents to the officers and back again, completely unaware that she had turned an entire police station into a sobbing, laughing, praying family.
Six months of darkness ended in one hug.
Aarohi is home now.
The kidnapper is still out there, but that is tomorrow’s fight.
Today, a mother is singing lullabies again.
Today, a father is smiling in his sleep.
And somewhere in Mumbai, there are policemen who will never forget the weight of a four-year-old girl in their arms — the weight of an entire life returned.
Sometimes the uniform doesn’t just catch thieves.
Sometimes it carries lost children all the way back to their mothers’ hearts.
“Our personality doesn’t determine our happiness or unhappiness, rather it is the substance of how we’ve lived our lives that decides.” https://t.co/4aLdAgvfzY #daisakuikedaquotes#dailyencouragementquotes
“One always feels uncertain when facing new challenges, but the key to growth is to overcome that fear and press onward, step by step.” https://t.co/4aLdAguHKq #daisakuikedaquotes#dailyencouragementquotes
“Trials and tribulations are an inescapable part of life. What matters is how we deal with the challenges we encounter. Our struggles to overcome difficulties become our greatest treasures and make our lives shine.” https://t.co/oC0qBNItaH #daisakuikedaquotes #dailyencouragementquotes
“In life, there are fierce storms and dark nights. If we can persevere through the hard times, we will arrive at a new morning of immense happiness that outshines our past sufferings, no matter how deep those may have been.” https://t.co/oC0qBNJ10f #daisakuikedaquotes #dailyencouragementquotes
“Life is a struggle against the relentless winds of karma that assail us. Only by developing our spiritual strength to completely overcome such onslaughts can we attain absolute happiness.”https://t.co/4aLdAguHKq #daisakuikedaquotes#dailyencouragementquotes
“The role of religion should be to help us understand death. And that understanding should provide us with a perspective on how we can best live our lives.” https://t.co/4aLdAguHKq #daisakuikedaquotes#dailyencouragementquotes
“To be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.” – Nelson Mandela
In One by One, Daisaku Ikeda reflects on his meetings with Mandela and the universal ideals of dignity and hope he embodied.
Read more: https://t.co/Omt9yNK6Jd
#Mandela #MandelaInternationalDay #DaisakuIkeda #PeaceThroughDialogue #GlobalPeaceImpact