Sunday afternoon, 3:17 PM. I'm at the window seat in my bedroom the one that collects books, stray socks, and occasionally me when I'm thinking too much. Outside, the colony…
It's Saturday night, 10:23 PM, and I'm sitting cross-legged on my living room floor, back against the couch, surrounded by the organized chaos I call my book collection. I'm supposed…
It's Friday night, and I'm lying on my living room floor staring at the ceiling fan making its endless circles. Strange position to write from, I know, but sometimes you…
It's Tuesday evening, and I'm sitting on my balcony watching the sunset paint the sky orange and pink. There's a couple in the park below celebrating something champagne, laughter, a…
I've got my worn copy of Nirmala beside me Premchand's tragic tale of marriage that reminds us why choosing the right person matters. But today isn't about tragedy. Today is…
It's Thursday afternoon, and I'm watching my neighbor through the window wrap an enormous present with the kind of precision that suggests this isn't his first rodeo. His wife's birthday,…
I'm sitting at my desk, coffee growing cold beside me, staring at a blank page in my journal. It's Wednesday evening, and I'm trying to write something meaningful for her…
It's 9:47 PM on a Tuesday night, and I'm curled up on my couch with my bookmark still holding page 187 of Godan. Premchand's words about life's struggles are heavy…
I'm staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror this morning, toothbrush in hand, and I catch myself doing that thing again. You know the one. Mentally cataloging every flaw.…
It's Thursday night, and I'm sitting here with my third cup of coffeeokay, maybe fourth, who's counting? putting together this post for you. The irony isn't lost on me that…