The Devil is in the Dee-tails :)

I remember the day One Direction called it quits. My playlists suddenly felt hollow, like someone yanked the bass out of my life. Then I found Lauv. His music was unguarded and emotional without melodrama, playful yet raw. Out of all his tracks, “Superhero” became my anchor.

I first heard it in 2019, but it really hit me last May, when I was stuck in a spiral: Do I even know what I want? Have I misplaced myself somewhere between career ambitions and to‑do lists? That evening the song felt like a lifeline. As I sat in my balcony, I played it on loop till I felt calm.

The Backstory

On tour, Lauv set up a booth called My Blue Thoughts where fans could drop anonymous notes. One slip read: “I met a superhero. I lost her. I want her back.” Lauv not only turned that line into a song, he tracked down the writer (a guy who’d fought with his girlfriend that night) and gave him co‑credit. That honesty of turning a private plea into a shared heartbeat has forever blown my mind.

The Beat of My Anxiety

There’s a stretch between the chorus and bridge where everything drops away except Lauv’s voice pulsing over a bare beat. It sounds like panic and hope wrapped around the same heartbeat: You’re still here. You still matter.

“They say if you love her, let her go
They say if it’s meant to be, you’ll know.”

I’d always heard those lines as advice about relationships. That day I turned them inward. If I love her, the girl I used to be and am in that moment, I have to let her go from any pressure. If it’s meant to be, she’ll find her way back. Kuch bhi ho, apni timing pe hi hoga.

My Mini Manifesto

I shut my laptop, put my phone on airplane mode, and wrote a tiny list:

• Wake up by 8:30 AM, no snooze.
• Plan the best Kerala trip for Mom‑Dad.
• Cook more, bake more, eat cleaner.
• Send voice notes instead of overthinking texts.

Small things, but they felt like an invisible cape. A few days later even my cold coffee tasted like victory. Whenever doubt creeps in about “Am I on track?.” I hit play on Superhero. Three minutes later I remember: I’m still here, I’m still trying, and that’s enough.

Two Questions I Ask Myself

1. When was the last time you felt proud, even if it was just for rolling out of bed?
2. What tiny reset can you do right now to be kinder to yourself?

I picture versions of me I’m proud of: running a college club, nailing a work meeting, sitting with a friend through her pain and I feel okay. Like my own superhero.