Life rarely changes with a dramatic announcement. More often, it rearranges itself quietly while we are busy living. Five years ago, my days felt faster, louder, and somehow more crowded. Today, as a 45-year-old woman reflecting on the rhythm of my life, I realize that the biggest transformations have not come from big events. They …
This is an old post. Regurgitating to fill blanks. Life is happening as it should be. My wrists are still in no-working zone. I am typing with a tilted right hand, and am sure, can’t type long. There must be an AI feature by now that converts audio into typed posts. Is there any? As …
Yes, it was in July ’25 that I posted something. Whatever months later, I still don’t know what to write here, and why have I kept this blog alive, except for sentimental value. I keep peeping here reading my previous posts. How did I write what I wrote. Why can’t I produce something now. May …
Words, my beautiful little words, I have failed you not once, twice but infinite. How I loved forming sentences from you, meaningful or meaningless, who cared, as long as anything fresh came out of it. Or anything honest. —————————————————————————————- Space occupies space as far as my eyes go. I stare into oblivion trying to look …