Trust in the timing and trust yourself.

Fun fact: this was originally part of last week’s poem, but I thought it would be better on its own!

You may be one prayer away.

The webs of my life are quite interesting.

I have been reflecting a lot, so here is a piece from the archives.

Warm, happy thoughts are on my mind this Navroz and the final days of Ramadan. 

Blues and purples.

I love the sound of pen touching paper.

I hope one day you see my inner world.

I've been having some late-night writing sessions, and I’m excited to share some of them with you in the coming weeks!

It would be remiss not to speak of love today.

Grief waits for no one, but the light shines on.

Getting better feels different for everyone.

When I love, I love deeply.

Late-night thoughts.

I love that feeling when I see something and the story comes pouring out.

This week reminded me of time’s role in life and film.

A simple gaze can keep you guessing for days.

I know that I shouldn’t, but I think about my alternate self occasionally.

In a week where I was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted, haldi wala doodh (turmeric milk) healed me in more ways than one.