Chapter 4 – Let Him Cook, Let Him Cook.

It’s raining again.

Not just outside, but somewhere deep inside my heart, where the storm no longer destroys, it purifies. This isn’t the rain that ruins your day. This is the rain that wakes something up. The kind that feels less like weather, and more like a message from the skies.

It’s 21st June.

The day I stepped out of the shadows and released my truth to the world. I dropped the first chapter of PRAY — not for validation, not for likes — but because my spirit demanded it. I didn’t announce it with drama. I whispered it into the storm. Because I know: real ones feel it without explanation.

They think it’s a blog. Just a few words stitched together on a screen. But what they don’t see is that behind those words? There’s a soul that bled. There’s a silence that survived. There’s a man who turned every wound into wisdom and what’s better than to move on without closure, but I made this Blog as my own closure.

Not better. Not broken. Just… aligned to something else. I never moved the way the world told me to. I didn’t follow the noise. I followed the pull. I loved people the way I wish to be loved — completely, honestly, without keeping score. And when they didn’t return that energy? I didn’t chase. I reciprocated the silence and now I don’t need any words to fill up the silence. (thats why 3 other girls including Catwoman is blocked from my life as they never had the guts to access this kinda love and I am Happy. And who helped me heal - Myself.

Today, as I posted the first chapter, I knew something had shifted. Not out there — in here. In my chest. In my core. In my belief. And right now as I am typing this… I saw 16:16 on the clock.

Deja Vu - 4th Feb.26

That’s not coincidence. That’s alignment. That’s divine GPS. That’s the universe saying, “You’re right on time.” I smiled. Because this time — I didn’t doubt it. I believed it.

I watched a podcast (Rajshamani) where Karan said: “I don’t even know how I write. It just happens.” And bro — I felt that in my spine. Because that’s me right now.

I’m not writing these words. They’re flowing through me. Sometimes I open Notes, type something random, and sit back shocked. Like — Did I just write that? Even Diljit Paji said once: "Don’t let the portals close. Keep downloading those melodies to KA.

I’m doing the same. Keeping the portal open. Writing like my soul depends on it. Because it does (Just image after 10 years in my busy life, I’ll be thinking back like Damn I do did that )

For KA… and the Universe. There’s this line at the end of Yeah Naah that’s been living rent-free in my mind:

“23 is looking very spooky... then get your wife.”

Karan Auila, I don’t know if that was just a freestyle …But I took it as a sign. Because I heard it right when I was standing at the edge — deciding whether to go all in or Wait. To let the world see what I’ve been building in silence. And this track? It didn’t just vibe… it fit my life like prophecy.

It’s 2025. And it was the Year 2023, Album Four was released in February – The month of Love. I’ve been through the shadows. And now — I’m stepping into everything I was born to be. This isn’t just music to me. It’s momentum. It’s movement. It’s confirmations. (And I didn’t plan to post this chapter in Feb, but Gods Plan)

So again, this one’s for you, Bro. Thank you for making pain sound powerful. Now watch me turn signs into legacy Let me say it louder for those in the back:

Catwoman had once told me: "You’re my gift from the Gods." And I didn’t laugh. I didn’t doubt it. I received it in Bangla Saheb Gurudwara Because I knew deep in my heart — that she was right. And It’s time to show what I am made of.

This isn’t ego. This is energy. This is confidence that comes from knowing who you are when nobody’s watching. And now? I’m not afraid of being seen. I’m just focused on being felt.

This journey isn’t about proving anyone right/wrong. It’s about proving the universe right. It gave me signs. It gave me silence. And it gave me strength. Now, it’s my turn to give back. Every post, every paragraph, every passing thought — it’s not for clout. It’s for those who are quietly breaking and need someone to say, “You’re not alone.”.

Because I remember the day I felt like no one understood me. No friend. No Family. No mirror. Just me. And my prayers. And now those prayers? They turned into paragraphs. They turned into PRAY.

You know what’s wild? Even while typing this, I glanced at the clock again — 16:32. Goosebumps, That’s double of 16.

4th Feb,26. Not Deja Vu - Alignment ✅

Everything I give… comes back. Sometimes twice as strong. Sometimes in new forms. Sometimes not in this life — but always in alignment. And I accept that. Because I no longer operate on hope. I operate on certainty. I’m not wishing anymore. I’m knowing and believing.

It took me years to learn that this was my power. That not everyone is meant to hold the version of me I give. And that’s okay. Because what I give? Is sacred. Catwoman was one of those sacred chapters and she should be the one thanking God ,But here’s the truth I never said out loud: I never took her for granted. Not once. I showed up. I stayed present. but somewhere in the silence, I realised… She did. And that was the end for me. she became the Catwoman. Because I was the Batman. Not cause she made the man I am today, not the hero in the cape. The man in the shadows. The one who watches everything… but only moves when it’s time.

People always ask me, "Why were you so silent?" Because the noise doesn’t know how to listen. And when you’ve been building in silence for long enough, your energy starts to speak for you. And when it speaks, even the universe listens.

That’s what PRAY is. It’s not just a blog. It’s a coded message for the ones who’ve felt too much, stayed too silent, and still till this day never stopped believing in love.

Here’s Something I Wrote (How I understood what real love is (When it comes to Love, I don’t fuck around with people, Whether its Mentally or Physically. And in Love this became my Mantra.

“I am always searching for something or someone” (kimi no na wa” - who’ve watched will get the reference.

People still don’t know what’s coming. But I do. There’s something bigger in play. Something cosmic. And it’s moving quietly through my life like chess. Every delay was design. Every heartbreak was fuel and Now I’m charged. Now I’m dangerous — not because I’m loud, but because I’m aligned.

Because when this all lands — it’s going to shake something. Not because of noise. But because of depth. Welcome to the part of the story where silence starts speaking. And when it does? It’s unstoppable.

(Just like at the end of Avengers: Age of Ultron” end credit as Thanos wears the Gauntlet and says this “Fine I’ll do it Myself,” I had the same level of frustration with myself 7 months back.

Not arrogance. Not rebellion.

I’m becoming unforgettable by accident—No, by obedience to the call. This isn’t about power. It’s about alignment. And every generation is marked by someone who didn’t wait for permission to listen.

And now, I’m finally doing what I was always meant to do sharing music the way it once guided me.

Most people don’t know this, but my gaming reels didn’t begin with a plan, a strategy, or a dream for attention. They began with something very ordinary and laughable. I use a 64-GB Iphone. I loved my gameplay, but I simply didn’t have the space to store everything. So I started uploading clips to YouTube for the starting so can save phone space. That’s it. No vision on board. No hustle mindset. Just necessity to save my game time which i used everyday.

But what I didn’t realize back then was that while I was learning to edit PRAY blog reels (on my Other Page) —slowly, imperfectly, intuitively—I was also learning a language I’d later use for my gaming content. Six months later, when I look back now, I don’t feel proud in a loud way. I feel grateful. Grateful that I gave myself time. Grateful that I didn’t rush. Grateful that I trusted the process without even knowing what it was shaping me for.

There was a phase when I encouraged close friends and family to post regularly. I used to tell them, “What if you get noticed?” Most of them didn’t listen. And that’s when something quietly turned inward. I realized the same question applied to me.

But I also knew what I didn’t want.

I don’t want to turn my life into a performance. I don’t enjoy posting every meal, every outing, every outfit, every celebration, or clicking hundreds of pictures just to prove something to people who don’t really know me in reality. I didn’t want to live a lifestyle built on appearances—likes, views, validation. That kind of noise never felt honest to me.

Then one day, it hit me—clear and undeniable.

To create content, I don’t need permission. I don’t need anyone’s company. I don’t need money. I don’t need anyone’s presence in my content to make into something.

I just need a phone, Wi-Fi, and intention. Everything else was already inside me. Music. Thoughts. Emotion. Experience. And most importantly—Purpose.

I realized I could share the music that healed me. I could share my gameplay. I could let both speak together. And I don’t need to spend even ₹1 to do it. TIME is all I need. This wasn’t about proving anything. It was about offering something real.

Yes, they’re songs by global icons. Legendary voices. Who’ve worked years to perfect their craft and I am working with those beats everyday and my gameplay is in itself a Honour (Its similar to Modifying a Nissan GTR - Nismo Tuned to a Top Secret Icon)

For anyone who thinks content creation requires money, aesthetics, or a perfect body this is my truth: You don’t need resources. You need intent.

When the intent is pure, the world bends. Not dramatically—but subtly. It starts offering you new ways to express what you already carry. So the next time you come across one of my gaming reels and feel like skipping—pause for a second. Listen closer. Not to the gameplay. To the lyrics.

Maybe you’ll understand something about me. Or maybe you’ll hear something about yourself. Whatever you’re searching for might be hiding there.

I grew up listening to music all day. I grew up playing racing games. When i was 8 years, What once felt like escape has now become expression. What was once passion has quietly turned into a part-time hustle—one that never feels like work.

Through this time, I’ve released frustration. Anger. Restlessness for months. And I finally understand something Thor said— Pain, loss, grief, regret… they all are tremendous motivators.

They clear your mind, They sharpen your focus. And now, I’m living that truth. But honestly. this is where my music led me.

And if you ever re-watch my gaming reels—from Day 1, one by one from the starting you’ll hear the story, don’t watch them like content. Listen. In the lyrics, you’ll hear the journey I survived.

Every word landed because it matched a moment I lived through. That’s where PRAY Blog meets my gameplays. I wasn’t chasing trends—I was decoding my own life in a way so people can resonate with what mindset i am coming from. I am not making content just coz everyone in my Group or Social Circle is doing it.

Each reel is a chapter told in itself. A message moving too fast for most, but clear to those who’ve walked the dark. Like Batman in the shadows, I never explained the pain. I let the signal speak. Every reel stands alone. Not for views. Not for validation. But as proof that even in chaos, meaning can be engineered.

So if something in the lyrics hits you— know this wasn’t accidental. Some stories are written in ink. Some are written in scars. Mine were written in music— and driven through the nights.

Now I want to get so legendary that even Karan Aujla pauses and goes: "Wait... who is this guy?". Not because I want attention. But because I want recognition from those who feel deeply.

When no one speaks the language you’re hearing, when the signs keep choosing you, when the weight keeps returning to your hands…the way I see it, it’s not about if it’ll happen or not?

You ask till when? (Dread it. Run from it. Destiny still arrives the same - Thanos)

Till when do I keep preparing for what I already know is coming? I don’t seek to be remembered. And this is just the beginning 🎧✅

This isn’t content. My Instagram captions? Not random. Not attention-seeking. It’s all breadcrumbs. Clues from the cosmos. Something’s cooking. And I’m not rushing it. Because when God is the chef — you let Him cook and now all this feels like a circle moment for me. The Last Year was full of Growth and this year has just started.