Writings by Jay Chothiyawala
A living archive of essays, reflections, and stories.
Five years on a random video platform. Hundreds of faces. One pattern that never changed.
What happens when I fill the void with everything except the one conversation that mattered. A journey through coffee, code, running, and the courage I didn't have.
India has no single word for exorcism. What it has instead is something older, stranger, and more psychologically honest than the word itself suggests.
Black magic in India is not just superstition. It is a social language, an economy, a weapon, and a mirror. This is the part of the conversation people avoid.
Some people pretend not to care. I never could. A reflection on feeling deeply, loving fully, and knowing when to walk away.
Moving on is not loud. It’s slow, silent, and deeply personal. A reflection on letting go while still remembering.
A story of destiny, manifestation, childhood magic, and the bond with my father that shaped my entire life.
One call. One flight. One night that changed everything. A true story of fear, loss, and quiet strength. Grief didn’t end me - it rewrote me.
Short reflections on fleeting honesty - conversations with strangers online and in real life.
How modern love scrolls faster than it feels. A reflection on attention spans, ghosting, and what we lost along the way.
An honest reflection on loving deeply in a world that moves too fast. A quiet story of self-worth, hope, and staying soft when life gets heavy.