Two Novembers, Two Journeys — One Woman Becoming Herself

November has always been a month of turning points in my life.

In November 2017, I was still learning to breathe again after losing my mother just five months earlier. Grief has a strange way of carving space inside you, and in that space I felt a deep pull to give back to the community that had held me through my darkest days. I dreamt of launching an NGO—my way of honoring my mother’s compassion. I began speaking to my MBA batchmates, exploring possibilities, imagining impact.

That same month, I began following global leadership stories 🐱🐶 ( and also thanks to Boo, a pomeranian pup & former pet liaison of Virgin America from San Francisco, who is currently no more) that reminded me how ordinary people could create extraordinary change. Something in those stories stirred me.

But life shifted again. My closest aide, the person I depended on for this dream, informed me of her engagement and upcoming wedding. My plans came to a pause. My heart said, “Not now.” So I tucked the dream away, but I never buried it.

Fast forward to November 2024—a very different November.

This time, I launched my own Communicative English platform, Talk Tonic. (A name that was born with a little help from ChatGPT!)

I wanted to step into life-skill coaching (and with a little help from Vivian, I have initiated my global impact), and I took every brave step myself: running ads, designing Instagram posts, calling leads, conducting demos. It wasn’t easy—especially with my struggle in Hindi—but it was liberating. Every challenge became a new muscle.

Slowly, the dream I paused in 2017 found a new path.

Later, I launched my non-profit initiatives—I Am a Listenerpreneur and Micro Business, Micro Opportunities. (I don't believe in overnight success. I believe it is a piece-by-piece process. Additionally, my traditional mindset and perspective on digital tools don't make me a good businesswoman all at once.)

No grand opening, no perfect timing—just movement, intention, and heart.

Today, when I look back at both Novembers, I realise:

Dreams never die. They simply wait for us to grow into them.