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A Candle in the Dark
If I’m being honest, I don’t dream of my blog becoming “famous.” I dream of it becoming useful. I want it to be that little safe corner on the internet where someone can land on a rainy Tuesday night, scroll through a few posts, and feel like their heart is being held. I want it
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The Life I Dream Of
In an alternate universe, I think I’m living somewhere near the mountains, not the kind of mountains people hike just for Instagram stories, but the kind that feel like they have souls. I wake up to the sound of birds and the scent of wet soil, not alarm clocks and deadlines. There’s no constant rush,
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Curious Soul
Honestly, everything.But not in the academic way we’re taught to be curious in school. Not in the “read a chapter and give an answer” kind of way.I’m curious about life, the messy, confusing, beautiful, heartbreaking experience of just being human. I often find myself staring at the ceiling at 2 AM, wondering: Why is my
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Beyond What Eyes Can See
If someone couldn’t see me and asked me to describe myself, I think I’d pause, not because I wouldn’t know what to say, but because it’s hard to wrap a whole human into neat little words. Still, I’d try. I’d say, “I’m someone who feels deeply, even when I don’t show it. I live in
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Unfiltered Truth
Honestly, if I could change something about modern society, I wouldn’t just point fingers at governments or technology or “the youth these days.” I’d start with how deeply disconnected we’ve become, from ourselves, from each other, and from what actually matters. We live in a world that’s more connected than ever, and yet so many
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Strings That Choke
What really bothers me is this constant, invisible pressure to live a life that’s not even mine. I feel like I was handed a script the moment I was born, written by society, edited by relatives, and directed by my parents. And I’m expected to perform flawlessly, without question. Like a kathputli (a puppet on
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