Fame has now become a restriction for me. It feels as if publicity is exacting revenge from some past life.

This couplet speaks to the paradox of fame. Amrut Ghayal suggests that what was once a source of glory—public recognition—has now become a burden, a 'bond.' It's a deep lament about how the very spotlight that was meant to elevate an artist can, over time, become a cage, making the poet question the nature of fame and destiny itself.