I recently watched a documentary on Parveen Babi. To the world, she was one of the most glamorous and successful actresses of her era. She had everything most people dream of royal lineage, fame, money, and the freedom to travel and live on her own terms. Yet, behind the glitz, her life ended in such a quiet, heartbreaking tragedy.
Her story stayed with me for days. But more than that, it made me recall a video I saw a few years ago. It was posted by a woman from my home state, just a year or two older than me. She wasn't famous. She was just a regular person sharing her experience of spending nearly a year in an asylum because her family didn't know how to handle her mental breakdown or simply chose to pay someone else to care for her instead.
Looking at these two women side-by-side—one an iconic star, the other an everyday girl next door, I found myself trying to make sense of human nature. Why do two people from completely different worlds break down in almost the exact same way?
Parveen was born to aging parents. Her father fell ill with cancer when she was just a toddler, and her earliest memories were filled with hospital visits and a home heavy with grief. Growing up in a conservative, quiet royal haveli without siblings or cousins to play with, she became an introvert confined to a small world.
When she finally stepped out to attend college in Ahmedabad, she tried to embrace the world with open arms, making friends, learning English, and eventually stepping into modeling and Bollywood. But beneath all that newfound independence, those early years of isolation seemed to linger.
It made me realize how much our early years shape the stories we tell ourselves later in life. Even when Parveen had access to all the luxury in the world, she was carrying the weight of a childhood devoid of close companionship, followed by years of seeking a love and stability that always seemed to slip away.
One small detail from the documentary really struck me. Parveen often kept her room completely messy for long periods, cleaning it up only occasionally before letting it slide back into untidiness.
I am no doctor or expert, but as someone who tries to pay attention to human behavior, it made me reflect on what spiritual teachers often say about keeping our spaces clean. A neat room brings a sense of calm, but when someone is drowning internally, maybe even keeping a room clean feels like an impossible task. The physical space around us starts mirroring the quiet chaos inside our heads.
When I think about both Parveen and the woman from my home state, I realize that their struggles weren't caused by reaching too high or having big dreams. Ambition isn't what breaks us.
What breaks us is the unfulfilled desire for basic human support and the feeling that when life gets tough, there is no one standing behind us.
Women are often praised for being emotionally strong, but strength has its limits. Just like a tiny seed needs the right soil, sunlight, and water to grow into a large tree, every human being needs the right conditions and emotional safety to thrive. When that support system vanishes, the human mind struggles to process the isolation.
Whether you are a famous star or a simple girl living a quiet life, when the mind reaches its limit without a shoulder to lean on, it simply gives up.
A Thought to Leave You With
I don't have all the answers, nor do I claim to understand the clinical complexities of mental health. But observing these stories has made me look at people a little differently.
Success, status, and privilege are wonderful, but they are hollow if we have to carry our burdens entirely alone. Perhaps the best thing we can do for one another is to pay closer attention, to offer a listening ear and a steady presence before someone we know retreats too far into their own solitude.


