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It’s thirty years since the morning that determined the shape of my career. And the person most responsible for it doesn’t know.

Because I never got the chance to tell him properly.

His name is Shekhar. In 1995-96, he worked at India Feature Service in Delhi and lived in Vasant Kunj. A year later, we lost touch.

I’ve written it down here.

If there’s any chance this reaches him, I’m asking you to share it. As widely as you can.

He deserves to read it.

Have you noticed how some plans fall apart the moment you talk about them?

Over time, I’ve learnt to keep certain things quiet—until they’re ready to stand on their own. Not out of superstition, but experience.

This week’s Nugget is about silence, timing, and why some wins arrive sweeter when announced last.

Some assignments get graded and forgotten.

A few become stories you retell years later.

And one — unexpectedly — changed the last year of my student life.