The Art of Becoming Unrecognisable
Then, one Tuesday morning, you wake up and realise you simply cannot be bothered to carry it anymore. You just set the bags down on the pavement and walk away. Continue reading The Art of Becoming Unrecognisable
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Then, one Tuesday morning, you wake up and realise you simply cannot be bothered to carry it anymore. You just set the bags down on the pavement and walk away. Continue reading The Art of Becoming Unrecognisable
This perspective is strictly my own journey and not a projection of perfection onto others. I am acutely aware that I am constantly learning and evolving alongside my children. Continue reading The Eternal Sanctuary of Parenthood: A Lifelong Promise of Presence
For those who were loved immensely, the grief is just as immense. It isnโt the lack of laughter that stings, but the absence of their specific guidance, their particular smile, or the comforting knowledge that they would have been the proudest observers. Continue reading The Paradox of Joy: Finding Light in the Shadow of Immense Loss
This newfound passion, however, introduced a comical snag: the ink cartridges run out! Continue reading From Shelf Queen to Ink-Slinger: It’s Time to Write in All the Beautiful Books
They are the source of your history, your memories, and often, your identity. Continue reading The Strange World of โOrphanhoodโ
The loss of my father, though deeply painful, carried a strange sense of closure. We had time, precious time, to talk, to explore life’s mysteries, and to find a fragile acceptance. Continue reading Double Loss, Deep Grief: Navigating a Parentless World
My self-awareness is more heightened than ever before and the impulsive, no-filter Kamal has been replaced by one who listens more, feels more, and has almost learned how to keep quiet instead of reacting. Continue reading New Year, Consistent Me
Each day, I deal with PTSD at different levels. Iโve found that tolerance for what people go through is a privilege for the one experiencing it because people get fed up of your deregulation. Itโs not something in your control, but itโs there, and not everyone is going to understand.ย Continue reading PTSD Never Leaves You
I refuse to let my dreams collect dust in the nosebleed section of lifeโs auditorium. Continue reading Life, with a Pinch of Masala
As I ponder the intricacies of my existence, I can’t help but wonder if I’m just a supporting character in everyone else’s story, playing the role of the quirky sidekick while the main cast takes centre stage. Continue reading Reflections of Self-Doubt: Navigating Lifeโs Labyrinth