<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"> <id>https://quanthw.github.io/</id><title>Harsh Wadhwa</title><subtitle></subtitle> <updated>2025-04-19T20:02:26+00:00</updated> <author> <name>Harsh Wadhwa</name> <uri>https://quanthw.github.io/</uri> </author><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="https://quanthw.github.io/feed.xml"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" hreflang="en" href="https://quanthw.github.io/"/> <generator uri="https://jekyllrb.com/" version="4.4.1">Jekyll</generator> <rights> © 2025 Harsh Wadhwa </rights> <icon>/assets/img/favicons/favicon.ico</icon> <logo>/assets/img/favicons/favicon-96x96.png</logo> <entry><title>Niśītha (निशीथ)-03</title><link href="https://quanthw.github.io/posts/5/" rel="alternate" type="text/html" title="Niśītha (निशीथ)-03" /><published>2025-04-19T00:00:00+00:00</published> <updated>2025-04-19T00:00:00+00:00</updated> <id>https://quanthw.github.io/posts/5/</id> <content src="https://quanthw.github.io/posts/5/" /> <author> <name>Harsh Wadhwa</name> </author> <summary> The Weight of Memory No matter how many times you try to forget, it still comes down as a memory, sometimes gently, like a feather drifting back into your hands, and other times like a storm crashing through the quiet. We try to move on, to let go of the people and moments that once meant everything. We convince ourselves it’s over, that we’ve healed, that we’ve erased the trace they left b... </summary> </entry> <entry><title>Niśītha (निशीथ)-02</title><link href="https://quanthw.github.io/posts/4/" rel="alternate" type="text/html" title="Niśītha (निशीथ)-02" /><published>2024-12-26T00:00:00+00:00</published> <updated>2024-12-26T00:00:00+00:00</updated> <id>https://quanthw.github.io/posts/4/</id> <content src="https://quanthw.github.io/posts/4/" /> <author> <name>Harsh Wadhwa</name> </author> <summary> Puting here the text of a beautiful post that I found on twitter and rasonate to the core. When I have forgiven people in my life, it’s because of three factors that slowly dawned upon me: The first was just being more objective and seeing that perhaps what they did wasn’t really aimed at me. It was a byproduct and perhaps I misinterpreted or it was my fault. The second was valuing them a... </summary> </entry> <entry><title>Niśītha (निशीथ)-01</title><link href="https://quanthw.github.io/posts/3/" rel="alternate" type="text/html" title="Niśītha (निशीथ)-01" /><published>2024-12-24T00:00:00+00:00</published> <updated>2024-12-24T00:00:00+00:00</updated> <id>https://quanthw.github.io/posts/3/</id> <content src="https://quanthw.github.io/posts/3/" /> <author> <name>Harsh Wadhwa</name> </author> <summary> Back here after a long time… Missing home deeply today. Took a WFH day—spent most of it sleeping, though I managed to fit in a few hours of work, juggling between PPTs and some coding. A memory came to mind, taking me back to the final days at IIT-D in June 2023. Although my degree was already complete, my professor generously offered me a two-month consultancy role before my move to Bangalore... </summary> </entry> <entry><title>Missing Delhi</title><link href="https://quanthw.github.io/posts/2/" rel="alternate" type="text/html" title="Missing Delhi" /><published>2023-12-11T00:00:00+00:00</published> <updated>2023-12-11T00:00:00+00:00</updated> <id>https://quanthw.github.io/posts/2/</id> <content src="https://quanthw.github.io/posts/2/" /> <author> <name>Harsh Wadhwa</name> </author> <summary> न कंचित् शाश्वतम् </summary> </entry> <entry><title>Three Months in Bangalore</title><link href="https://quanthw.github.io/posts/1/" rel="alternate" type="text/html" title="Three Months in Bangalore" /><published>2023-10-29T00:00:00+00:00</published> <updated>2023-10-29T00:00:00+00:00</updated> <id>https://quanthw.github.io/posts/1/</id> <content src="https://quanthw.github.io/posts/1/" /> <author> <name>Harsh Wadhwa</name> </author> <summary> Finding a suitable accommodation feels as challenging as locating a needle in a haystack. My journey of searching for an apartment has been accompanied by some unusual queries from landlords and brokers, such as: Inquiring about caste, religion, and gotra (idk why?). Asking about alcohol and smoking habits. Wanting to know marital status. Inquiring about whether you have a “girlfriend... </summary> </entry> </feed>
