Life isn’t meant to be lived as perfect halves or neat wholes. Its unfinished nature is what adds to its beauty — the parts we carry forward that don’t always fit in, yet aren’t complete misfits either. Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to hyphens, commas, and sentences that run longer than usual. Semi-colons, I’m still learning to love — places where tales could be tied to a close, yet somehow go on. Three-fourths are often enough: they make us feel more than enough, yet never fully satiated. That’s where I find my home.
Photoframes
the lens of memoirs and memoriesMantra
let our fight be against a mindset that a successful woman is a scary thoughtMoi
stitched with purpose, echoes of ambitionsGallery
if art could mirror the mindJukebox
a shuffle through the earpodsNotepad
ink-stained margins and unpolished thoughtsAwaaz
fragments that live in resonance