Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home. The furthest I’ve ever traveled from home wasn’t measured in miles or airports. It wasn’t about crossing oceans or standing in a foreign land where the language felt unfamiliar. The furthest I’ve ever traveled was the moment I lost someone I loved deeply—my Aba. …
“ But if you knew, you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?” — Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami We move through life assuming continuity—believing the places we love will stay, the people we cherish will remain, and the moments we live will …
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When a mother has a baby girl, people sometimes respond with comments like, “Don’t worry, maybe you’ll have a boy next time,” as if having a daughter is somehow disappointing. These remarks often reflect outdated beliefs or personal biases, rather than any real issue. The truth is, daughters are just as valuable and bring their …
“If today feels heavy, carry it lightly. If it feels empty, fill it with the smallest comforts. A warm drink. An uplifting song. Soft clothes. A deep breath. You don’t have to fix today. You just have to move through it.” -Vex King Some days feel heavier than others—days when the world presses in a …
Ten years from now, make sure you can say that you chose your life — you didn’t settle for it. But remember… ten years isn’t guaranteed. Tomorrow isn’t promised. Life is short, and passing quickly. So do what your heart wants. Follow it — fully, unapologetically. Say no to anything that doesn’t align with who …
I used to feel everything. Too much. A shift in someone’s tone could ruin my whole day. One careless word, and I’d spiral into overthinking — questioning myself, replaying conversations, holding on too tightly to things that shouldn’t have held that much weight. I let the world get under my skin — way too easily. …
It feels almost cruel to write this. Cruel that life moves forward when someone so deeply loved is no longer here. On 23rd April 2025, I lost the most incredible man I’ve ever known—my father. My Aba. The kind of parent who wasn’t just a father, but a protector, a guide, and the safest place …
And just like that, a whole person disappears... No warnings. No goodbyes that ever feel enough. It hits you-how someone who was once your everything becomes a memory you're now left to protect. Their voice becomes a faint echo in your mind. Their presence turns into silence that screams louder than anything else. And in …
April 23rd, 2025. The day my world shifted. The day I lost not only my father—but my anchor, my teacher, my best friend. My Aba. Even now, it feels unreal to speak of him in the past tense. My heart resists it. How can someone so full of life, love, and kindness simply be gone? …
In many South Asian communities, life often follows a traditional script. Expectations are clear, and deviation is discouraged. For women in particular, there’s an unspoken standard—live quietly, fulfill your roles, and don’t ask for too much. Over time, this has created a culture where many live on autopilot, checking boxes but rarely feeling fulfilled. But …
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