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A Note at the End of 2025

By Arindam Bose

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I published my first article on this blog on 14 October 2025.

That date matters to me — not because it was a launch, but because it was a decision. A quiet one. To write even when nobody was waiting. To think in public without noise. To build a body of work brick by brick, without asking whether it would travel far.

Between 14 October and 31 December, I wrote across more than 15 verticals — sector studies, construction technology, interiors and Vastu, real estate stocks, finance, investor psychology, policy, global city intelligence, Sunday fiction, and more.

Some weeks were relentless.
Some pieces were read quietly.
Some travelled further than I expected.

But every single article had one promise behind it:
clarity over hype, discipline over opinion, and respect for the reader’s intelligence.

This blog did not chase trends.
It chose questions.

Why do some sectors stay empty by design?
Why does law sometimes protect buyers — and sometimes procedure defeats them?
Why do cities stretch, stall, or suffocate?
Why do materials change faster than regulations?
Why do emotions drive real estate more than spreadsheets admit?

From weekly REIT snapshots to policy judgments, from Noida’s forgotten sectors to Houston, Phoenix, Dallas, Miami, from metamaterials and hydrogen steel to Stonehaven’s fictional walls, this year was not about scale.

It was about range — and intent.

I am deeply grateful to everyone who read without commenting, returned without subscribing, shared without tagging, or simply stayed curious. Trust does not always announce itself. Sometimes it just keeps coming back.

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A Promise for 2026

In 2026, this blog will not become louder.
It will become sharper.

You will see:
  • deeper datasets and longer arcs

  • more global benchmarking

  • tighter legal and financial analysis

  • more patience in storytelling

  • fewer assumptions, more evidence

Every month will bring something new, but never something rushed.

I don’t write to dominate a space.
I write to earn a place in it.

Thank you for walking part of this road with me in 2025.
If you stay for 2026, I promise you effort, honesty, and work that respects your time.

That is my only vow.

— Arindam Bose


Location: CHI V, GREATER NOIDAINDIA Chi V, Greater Noida, Uttar Pradesh 201312, India

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