It's late at night and I'm overthinking about love again, the way I always do when the world gets quiet. It's been a while since I wrote here, but I can't shake this feeling that modern love has forgotten something important. There was a time when people fought to stay. They wrote letters, showed up at doorsteps, called until their voices went hoarse. Arguments weren’t the end, just another part o... » Continue Reading
Movies often make love look like constant fireworks, grand gestures, dramatic hugs in the rain, and perfectly timed kisses. But real love isn’t always like that. It’s softer, quieter, and hidden in the little things we often overlook. Love shows itself in routines, checking if you’ve eaten, waiting on a call until you fall asleep, or remembering the smallest details about each other. These tiny ge... » Continue Reading
You ever notice how, after a long stretch of bad days, the moment things actually start going right, it feels weird ? Like you almost don’t trust it. You wake up on time, your day flows smoothly, people are nicer, even the weather seems to be on your side, and instead of just enjoying it, your brain goes: “Hold on, what’s going on here ?” I think it’s because when we’re so used to struggles, peace... » Continue Reading
Somewhere along the way, we started measuring our worth in hours and output. If you’re not busy, you’re lazy. If you take a break, you’re wasting time. Rest has quietly become something we feel guilty about The strange part ? Productivity isn’t bad. Getting things done feels good. But the problem starts when “being productive” turns into a competition, when every free moment has to be justified, w... » Continue Reading
It’s late and my mind’s wandering again, this time to the kind of traveling I dream about. Not the kind with hotels, schedules, or checklists, just picking a random country, showing up with nothing much, and figuring it out as I go. No heavy bags, no safety net. Just me, the streets, and whatever comes my way. I imagine doing little jobs to get by, maybe sweeping a cafe floor or helping in a shop.... » Continue Reading
Some love stories just take their time.You know, I used to look at the night sky and think the moon and stars were just, stuck in the same space but never really together. Like they were close, but not close enough. But maybe that’s not true. Maybe the stars were always waiting quietly, patiently, and one day, the moon finally turned around and saw them right there. Waiting like they always had. ... » Continue Reading
You ever notice how we all say we want someone who really sees us, like, not just the version we show the world, but the real, messy, complicated us? But when someone actually gets close enough to do that, it’s scary. There’s this little voice in the back of your head whispering, “What if they don’t like what they find ?” We’ve been taught to be “low maintenance,” to not be too emotional, too int... » Continue Reading
It’s late at night, and I’m overthinking again, the way I always do when the world goes quiet. And somehow, I always find my mind drifting back to the same topic, love. Not the kind you see in movies or read about in poems, but the kind we live with today, through screens, voice notes, half read messages, and conversations that almost feel like something more We live in a world where love is measu... » Continue Reading
Sometimes, we don’t even realize we’re doing it. We meet someone new, a friend, a lover, a stranger, and somehow, they remind us of them. Not because of how they speak or look or act. But because something inside us is bracing for pain. Something in us whispers, “Don’t trust them, they’ll be just like the others.”That’s the mind, protecting itself. When we’re hurt deeply, especially by someone we ... » Continue Reading
We wake up, check our phones, rush through routines, fill our lungs with air, and call it living. But is that existing?Is existence the echo of our heartbeat or the moments we feel it? Sometimes, I think it’s in the tiny things,like how sunlight slips through the curtains and lands on someone’s face,how we fall in love with a song because it sounds like something we forgot,how we stare at the star... » Continue Reading
Back in the 80s, love felt different. It was handwritten letters, mixtapes, waiting by the phone, and the kind of romance that made you believe in forever. Writers back then gave us love stories that felt deep, loyal, and magical, where people actually stayed. Where effort wasn’t seen as “too much,” and saying “I miss you” wasn’t something to be embarrassed about. Fast forward to now, and it’s a w... » Continue Reading
There are parts of me I’ve avoided for years, like rooms in an old house I used to live in but can’t bring myself to visit. You know the kind. Some hold memories I thought I’d forgotten, others just.....ache without reason. And the funny thing is, I walk past them every day in my thoughts. I know exactly where they are. But I keep the doors closed, as if not looking directly at them will make them... » Continue Reading
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