Late Night. Sitting in a dimly-lit room. Typing away. My laptop screen glowing on my face. Lo-fi music humming in my ears. Keeping me focused. Pause. I look up through the window in front of me. In the distance, I see another lonely window. The only lit one in its building. Represents a story. Sonder. Every single light in the night has a purpose. There may just be another 20-year-old staring out into the city. With some dream, or some pain that keeps them up at night. Whatever it is, I hope they figure it out.
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Late Night. Sitting in a dimly-lit room. Typing away. My laptop screen glowing on my face. Lo-fi music humming in my ears. Keeping me focused. Pause. I look up through the window in front of me. In the distance, I see another lonely window. The only lit one in its building. Represents a story. Sonder. Every single light in the night has a purpose. There may just be another 20-year-old staring out into the city. With some dream, or some pain that keeps them up at night. Whatever it is, I hope they figure it out.
Optimism, Design & How did you get your nickname? w/ Krishnav ‘Maali’ Singhal
The Absurd Window
54 minutes 35 seconds
1 year ago
Optimism, Design & How did you get your nickname? w/ Krishnav ‘Maali’ Singhal
What’s the story behind a famous nickname in your friend circle? Is it as silly as the one we discussed on this episode? Filled with cackling laughter and laced with nostalgia, there really isn’t anyone better to share a conversation with than someone you’ve spent 6 years growing up in a boarding school with. Through his never-ending passion for optimism and design, a cult classic nickname, and ability to think beyond the superficial, ‘Maali’ brings out one of the most enjoyable conversations, I’ve had on this podcast. Hope you enjoy it, as much as I did :)
The Absurd Window
Late Night. Sitting in a dimly-lit room. Typing away. My laptop screen glowing on my face. Lo-fi music humming in my ears. Keeping me focused. Pause. I look up through the window in front of me. In the distance, I see another lonely window. The only lit one in its building. Represents a story. Sonder. Every single light in the night has a purpose. There may just be another 20-year-old staring out into the city. With some dream, or some pain that keeps them up at night. Whatever it is, I hope they figure it out.
