Antarvacna arrives before sound, before language, before we decide who we are allowed to be in public. It surfaces in the hush between thoughts, the private commentary that runs beneath our outward lives. In crowded cities and empty rooms alike, antarvacna is the inner narration—sometimes tender, sometimes ruthless—that shapes how we understand the world and ourselves. Psychologists call it inner speech, philosophers frame it as consciousness in dialogue, and poets have long treated it as a sacred whisper. Yet antarvacna is not just an abstract idea; it is an intimate, lived experience that defines modern identity as much as memory,…
