Are you capable of falling for yourself?
That was the big question I found myself pondering — strangely enough — over a bowl of soup. Ridiculous, right?
But then again, this has never followed logic. It just happens. It surprises you. It challenges you, motivates you, softens you, energizes you — and sometimes brings out a version of yourself you didn’t know still existed.
My all-time favorite film Jab We Met shows this transformation beautifully — how a chance encounter can shift your emotional chemistry and set off unexpected personal growth. I recently experienced something like that myself.
I was traveling for work — just another assignment, just another city, just another schedule. And then, quite unintentionally, I met someone over dinner. We ended up sharing a soup — one by two — the kind of spontaneous moment that means nothing and everything at the same time.
We talked. We laughed. Conversation flowed effortlessly. Time moved faster than usual. There were no expectations, no agenda — just ease. And then, like most work trips, it ended quickly. I came back home assuming it was just a pleasant passing moment.
But something had shifted.
What followed is hard to explain in literal terms. The meeting didn’t change my circumstances — it changed my state. I felt lighter. Happier. More at peace with myself. There were no internal battles, no irritations, no emotional noise. Just a strange, quiet joy.
Energy returned.
I began doing things I had postponed for months — even years. I signed up for an intense yoga program. I lost weight. I felt more presentable, more alive. I finally restarted my podcast recordings that had been stalled for over a year. I met Gurudev and received his blessings. Momentum returned to my life.
They say you can achieve all only when you truly love yourself. Maybe that’s what this was really about. It wasn’t me — it was the awakening. The reminder. The emotional spark.
After years of emotional highs and lows, I didn’t think I could still “fall.” But I did — not into a relationship — for myself — into a feeling. Into possibility. Into aliveness.
The people closest to me noticed the change.
My daughter said, “Mumma, you’re so happy these days.”
My husband smiled and said, “Enjoy.” He understands me better than I understand myself.
Someone else remarked, “You’re so positive right now — nothing can stop you.” It reminded me again of Jab We Met — how the idea of loving yourself, can pull you out of emotional stagnation and push you toward growth and courage.
I’m grateful it happened.
Because it reminded me that I am still capable of lighting up. Of transforming. Of falling — and getting up again.
And all this… started with sharing a soup.
Think again before you do.
