Summary: I spent thousands of rupees on books last year and finished 8. Here’s what my dusty bookshelf taught me about identity, intention, and the dopamine rush of false learning.
A Small Moment That Changed Everything 📚 Last Wednesday, I was reorganizing my bookshelf for a video call when something clicked. As I moved books around to look more “intellectual,” I realized most of them had never been opened. Not just unfinished, literally never cracked open. It was one of those quiet moments where you suddenly see yourself clearly. I wasn’t a reader who collected books. I was someone who collected the identity of being a reader. The ₹16,000 Wake-Up Call Here’s my slightly …