"Log Kya Kahenge:

All our lives, we keep shrinking ourselves, holding back dreams, killing our own courage— just because of one sentence: log kya kahenge. But the truth is brutal. One day, the same crowd you feared, the same faces you lived for, will simply gather around your pyre, watch you burn to ashes, murmur a few lines, and leave for home as if nothing ever happened. And in that final moment, as you lie there silent and helpless your soul will whisper: Konse log? Who were these people you gave your life’s decisions to? What advantage did you take from living? What dream did you honour? What move did you make for your happiness? Were these the same people you were scared of? The same people who didn’t live inside your skin, didn’t feel your pain, didn’t carry your dreams? Life ends. Ashes scatter. And “log” move on. So before that day comes, live in a way that your soul never has to ask why you wasted your life thinking about log kya kahenge.