Simplii Mrunalii

Do you ever revisit a memory… and feel like it glows a little softer than it probably did back then? Like it has this quiet warmth to it… this almost cinematic stillness… as if it belonged in a story instead of real life. And the strange part is— the more time passes… the more beautiful it starts to feel. Even the parts that once confused you. Even the parts that once hurt you. Especially those. A...

I’ve been thinking about promises lately. Not the formal kind people make during ceremonies… Not the kind written in contracts or spoken loudly in front of crowds. But the quieter promises. The ones we learned long before we understood what a promise really was. The ones we absorbed from stories. From fairytales. From those moments where a character looked at another character and said something s...

I’ve noticed something about the way my mind works. I keep comparing fairytales with reality. Not occasionally. Almost constantly. I’ll hear a story… or remember one from childhood… and somehow my mind immediately begins placing it next to real life. I start asking questions like— What would this look like if it happened in the real world? Why do these stories feel emotionally familiar? Why do the...

There’s something fascinating about the way we approach fairytales. Even when we know they are fictional… we believe them Not every detail. We don’t necessarily believe in dragons or magic spells or enchanted castles. But we believe something else. We believe the good in them. We believe that kindness matters. We believe courage can change things. We believe love can transform people. We believe p...

There’s a strange habit many of us carry without even realizing it. We keep waiting for our lives to start. Not literally, of course. We wake up, go to work, talk to people, move through our routines. Life is technically happening every day. But somewhere in the back of our minds, there is a quiet assumption. The real story hasn’t started yet.

There are moments in life that don’t look extraordinary to the outside world. They don’t make headlines. They don’t break the internet. They don’t look like the kind of achievements we usually celebrate loudly. But to the person living them… they feel like a crown being quietly placed on your head. And recently, I experienced one of those moments. I was chosen as the only intern to feature in the...

Sometimes I think we misunderstood fairytales. We assumed they were meant to describe a perfect life. A world where everything aligns neatly. Where love arrives on time. Where courage always wins quickly. Where every story ends with certainty. But the more I observe real life, the more I begin to suspect something different.

There is a question people ask with a certain tone. Almost like they already know the answer. “Do you really think life can be like a fairytale?” And usually the answer expected is no. -- Hey, I reflected on this topic as an escape from my medical internship days, which have been very physically and emotionally demanding. I thought that reflecting on this topic, made me much more aware about the r...

For some time, I wasn’t scrolling Instagram. Not because I was trying to prove anything to myself, but because life had its own rhythm. The days were full. The hospital was demanding. The mind was occupied with real people, real illnesses, real responsibilities. But recently, I started scrolling again. Not obsessively. Not in a way that feels like an addiction. Just enough for it to quietly become...

Sometimes I wonder if fairytales were never meant to be fantasy. Maybe they were always meant to be instructions for how to look at life. A A wish. A meeting. Real life unfolds in the exact same way. Most of our lives feel ordinary… until suddenly they aren’t. One conversation can change the direction of years. One decision can quietly redraw an entire future. One moment can divide your life into...

At first glance, fairytales and medicine seem like they belong to completely different worlds. Fairytales are built from magic, imagination, and impossible transformations. Medicine is built from science, protocols, and certainty. One speaks the language of spells. The other speaks the language of symptoms. But the more time I spend in medicine, the more I have started noticing something unexpecte...

I’ve noticed something about the way I learn. I don’t just remember facts. I remember stories. I remember the feeling of a moment, the way a character made a decision, the way something changed because of that decision. And sometimes I wonder— Why do stories stay with us so deeply? Why do fairytales, something so simple, feel like they teach us more than direct advice ever could?

We rarely question the ending. In most fairytales, the dream comes true. The kingdom is restored. The curse is broken. The love is secured. The crown fits. But what if it didn’t? What if the glass slipper shattered? What if the dragon wasn’t defeated? What if the letter never arrived, the door never opened, the transformation never happened? Would it still be a fairytale? Or would we call it reali...

There’s a very particular way fairytales describe relationships. They don’t ease into them. They don’t negotiate them. They recognize them. Two people meet — and something is immediately certain. A glance is enough. A dance is enough. A shared moment is enough. And the story doesn’t spend much time asking, “Are they compatible?” “Do their values align?” “Can they handle conflict?” It simply says:...

So, I am currently an intern doctor. What once felt like an impossible dream is now, my reality. But now that I take rounds and enquire patients everyday - I think a new dream has taken place in my heart. Today, I dream of somehow using my music, the songs, the melodies that helped me with my burn out, just until last month- I plan to use that music to cure the patients I meet everyday. Well, real...

When I was younger, I thought fairytales were about outcomes. About the crown. The wedding. The victory. But as I grew older, I realized something quieter. Fairytales didn’t teach me what to want. They taught me how to dream. And there’s a difference. Because wanting is specific. Dreaming is structural. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get acces...

I’ve thought about this carefully. And I don’t think I believe in fairytales because I’m naive. I think I believe in them because I’m observant. Because when I look at reality — closely — I don’t see less magic. I see hidden magic. And maybe that’s why I believe in fairytales more. Not the castles. Not the glass slippers. Not the dramatic rescues. But the structure beneath them. This is a public e...

I’ve noticed something about myself. Whenever life becomes complicated, whenever love feels uncertain, whenever effort doesn’t lead to reward — I instinctively compare it to a fairytale. And I ask: “Why isn’t this simpler?” “Why isn’t this clearer?” “Why doesn’t this feel magical?” But the real question is deeper. Why do I compare fairytales with reality in the first place? Why does my mind hold t...

Have you ever noticed how calm periods of life feel… almost suspicious? When nothing is wrong. Nothing is collapsing. No one is leaving. No urgent crisis is demanding your attention. Just calmness. And instead of feeling relief, you feel… restless. Why? Why does peace sometimes feel underwhelming? Why do we revisit old wounds, replay conflicts, anticipate disasters that haven’t happened? This is a...

Let me begin with something uncomfortable. If nothing ever went wrong in your life… would anyone want to hear the story? No tension. No heartbreak. No failure. No betrayal. No risk. Just steady comfort. It might be pleasant to live. But it wouldn’t be compelling to narrate. And that’s where the question begins: Does hardship make a good story… and when it happens to us, we simply call it reality?...

Let me ask you something simple. What if we told fairytales backwards? Not “once upon a time…” But: “They lived happily ever after.” And then we begin. We start with the wedding. The kingdom restored. The curse broken. And from there, we slowly unravel the story. The misunderstandings return. The forest grows darker. The lovers become strangers. The spell tightens. Until we reach the beginning. Tw...

Have you ever noticed how almost every fairytale ends the same way? “And they lived happily ever after.” It’s such a gentle sentence. So harmless. So comforting. Four words that close the book, dim the lights, and send a child to sleep believing the world is stitched together by destiny. But today, I want to talk about those endings. Not the castles. Not the glass slippers. Not the dragons. The en...

At some point, almost everyone says it: “I’ve outgrown fairytales.” It’s said casually. Confidently. As if it marks emotional maturity. But what does that actually mean? Do we truly outgrow them? Or do fairytales outgrow the version of us that once needed them in their simplest form? — Ps. This is 50th Episode… thank you so much for being here. I love you🎀❤️ This is a public episode. If you would...

People say growing up means outgrowing fairytales. That at some point, you trade castles for careers. Magic for logic. Wishes for strategy. And maybe I did. On the surface. I learned timelines. I learned realism. I learned how to call longing “goals” instead of dreams. But if I’m honest — I never stopped dreaming about fairytales. I just stopped admitting it out loud. This is a public episode. If...

Reality is efficient. It prioritizes function. It rewards composure. It moves forward whether you are emotionally ready or not. Fairytales are different. They pause. They exaggerate. They make space for feelings that reality often compresses. That is their psychological function. Fairytales handle emotions in ways real life frequently cannot — not because reality is cruel, but because it is busy....