The Best Part of Project Hail Mary Wasn’t The Space Adventure

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The most impressive part of Project Hail Mary isn’t the science, the space adventure, or the mission. It’s the friendship between two complete opposites. Two beings who don’t share the same language, appearance, history, or culture, yet somehow come together to create something beautiful.

When you think about it, we’re all aliens to someone from another culture. The way we speak, the food we eat, the way we dress, our traditions, our manners, everything can feel unfamiliar.

But those differences disappear when there’s mutual respect and a genuine willingness to understand and acknowledge each other. That’s what makes the friendship in Project Hail Mary special. It reminds you that connection doesn’t always need similarity. Sometimes, it just needs empathy.

It’s also the kind of friendship you wish existed in real life. The kind where someone chooses to stay, no matter how uncomfortable or polarizing things get.

Recently, I came across a beautiful Instagram post about what it means to be consciously “kept” in someone’s life, to be chosen day after day, without giving up. It stayed with me because I’ve had friendships and relationships that didn’t last. Sometimes I was the one who didn’t want to continue. Other times, they didn’t. But in almost every case, at least one of us wanted it to survive. We wanted the other person not to walk away. We hoped they would understand, stay, or try a little harder. It’s neither’s fault, because everyone has their own breaking point, but you can’t help hold that idealistic thought that we would all fight to keep each other.

When you eventually realize that you’re the only one doing that fighting, it hurts. It affects your self-esteem. “Wasn’t I worth it?” It’s one of those heartbreaks that doesn’t always have a dramatic ending. You move on, quietly. Accepting it as your fate. Other times, you dwell in self-pity.

But some things can never be forced. Not love. Not affection. And certainly not friendship.

Watching Project Hail Mary reminded me of all of that. I don’t know if a friendship as pure and selfless as the one in the movie really exists, but it was comforting to watch. It made me believe, at least for a couple of hours, that such connections are possible.

I wish I had watched it on the big screen instead of on Amazon Prime. The visuals are absolutely stunning, and this is one of those sci-fi movies that deserves to be experienced in a theater. Still, I’m glad I finally watched it.

And Ryan Gosling was simply fantastic. At no point does it feel like he’s acting. He disappears into the character so completely that you forget you’re watching one of Hollywood’s biggest stars. That’s always the sign of a great performance.

I would absolutely recommend watching the movie on the biggest screen at home if possible. Streaming on Amazon Prime.

When Missing Someone Hits Out of Nowhere

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One of the most romantic delusions I have ever come across is the idea that when you suddenly feel overwhelmed with emotions because you miss someone, it’s because they are missing you too. Some people even extend this belief to loved ones who have passed away, saying their energy is reaching out because they miss you.

It goes against every scientific explanation I know, yet there is something comforting about believing it. Sometimes, when a wave of grief or longing hits without warning, you are not looking for logic. You are simply looking for a reason that helps your heart make sense of what it is feeling.

Over the past few years, there have been many moments when I have found myself unexpectedly emotional while thinking about my father. It often happens out of nowhere. Sometimes it’s triggered by a quote about a father’s love. Sometimes it’s just a random thought that appears during an ordinary day. The strange thing is that it isn’t consistent. There are days when I can think about him and smile. Then there are days when the emotions become too much, and tears arrive before I can stop them.

In those moments, I find myself wondering: is this his way of letting me know that he misses me too?

I like to believe it is.

I treat dreams about him the same way. Whenever he appears in a dream, I see it as a small sign, a quiet reminder that the bond we shared still exists somewhere beyond memory.

It sometimes happens while thinking about friends who are no longer part of your life as well.

Maybe these are just coping mechanisms. Maybe they are the natural ways our minds process grief and emotional loss. Maybe hormones, memories, and nostalgia are working together to create meaning where none exists. But if a belief brings comfort without harming anyone, why rush to take it apart?

When you are grieving or missing someone you love, facts are not always enough. Science may explain what is happening in your mind, but comfort speaks to the heart. And sometimes, comfort is all you need.

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Photo by Andrew Neel

Sometimes the Best Part of Travel Is the People You Meet

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For me, the best part of travel is rarely just the destination. It is almost always the people I meet along the way. Sometimes they are fellow Indians I happen to run into while traveling abroad. Other times, they are locals who live there. Either way, travel experiences often become more meaningful because of the people you unexpectedly connect with.

It always amazes me how you can visit a completely new place and instantly click with someone. Someone you had almost zero chance of meeting in your life. Someone you may never meet again. There is something both beautiful and bittersweet about that.

For a brief moment, you feel understood. You find a kind of ease in being yourself. It makes you wish there was someone like that back home. A friend with whom conversations flow naturally, and silence is comfortable. But when the trip ends, you leave with the quiet realization that a part of that connection belongs to that place and moment. And you need to regrettably acknowledge and accept that fact and move on.

Now that I am back in India after my trip to the North East, I realize something interesting. What stays with me is not the destination or the sightseeing. It is the people I connected with during my travels. The random conversations, the shared laughter, and the small moments that made the journey special.

Those encounters also reminded me of something important. Even in my 40s, making new friends is still very much possible. Travel has a funny way of proving that meaningful connections can happen at any stage of life.

Of course, we can stay connected online. Social media and messaging apps make it easy to keep in touch with people you meet while traveling. But it is never quite the same as meeting someone face to face. There is a kind of chemistry in real-life interactions that online conversations cannot fully capture. The smiles, the sparkle in someone’s eyes, the playful teasing, the expressions, and the shared energy of the moment.

That is one reason why travel feels both rejuvenating and humbling. It lifts you into a small dreamlike bubble for a while. You feel lighter, freer, and more open to people and experiences.

But eventually, every trip ends. You leave that bubble behind and return to everyday life. Routine, work, responsibilities, and schedules slowly start filling your days again. Your mind may not be fully ready for reality for a few days. Part of you is still wandering through those travel memories.

Life, however, has a gentle way of bringing you back to the familiar. Slowly, day by day, you settle back into your usual rhythm. The memories of the trip remain, but over time they soften. The details blur a little. The feelings become less intense.

Until the next journey begins.

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