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Whenever lost, ask the child in you, ” Who am I? You know, you’re sitting on a couch in your apartment, sipping your chamomile tea, unwinding the chaos in your head, and your best friend calls you. The conversation goes back to the college or school where life seemed easier and simpler. Then you start to listen to your best friend telling the things you used to love or do, it hits like damn,…

What is your mission? “What is my mission?” Huh? That question caught me off guard. It made me pause longer than I expected. What is my mission, really? Is it to be rich, even if happiness never truly follows? Is it to become a role model, even if the path is filled with hardships and quiet sacrifices? Or is my mission something deeper something that starts within me and slowly changes the…

Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you? Well, this got me thinking, who wouldn’t love to play? I remember making sandcastles, out-out, the floor’s on lava in our own terminologies. Life was hassle-free, worry-free when we were kids. But sadly, as we grow up. We tend to prioritise other things and eventually give up on playing unless it starts to take a toll on our physical…

What skill would you like to learn? If I had to pick one skill just one that I could master, it wouldn’t be something flashy like juggling flaming torches or speaking twelve languages (though, how cool would that be?). The skill I’d choose is far quieter, but infinitely more powerful: the ability to blend in, adapt, and grasp new knowledge every single minute. Think about it. The world is this…

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you? There are people who can be understood at a glance smiles that reveal their stories, eyes that give it all away. And then, there are people like me. People who look calm on the outside but carry lifetimes in their silences. People who can sit still, while a thousand memories stir inside them like wind-churned oceans. Not…

What strategies do you use to maintain your health and well-being? For a long time, I didn’t feel safe in my own body. And to be honest, I didn’t even realise it at first. It crept in slowly, through skipped meals, silent binge eating, through days where I chose numbness over nourishment. I didn’t know then, but I was punishing myself for not feeling okay. Any time life became heavy, I’d…

At first, I didn’t think much of rain lilies. I found them beautiful, yes—petite, gentle, the kind you’d smile at in passing. But I never lingered on them long enough to understand what they really meant. They were just flowers. Until they weren’t. Today, my friend sent me a picture of them. Out of nowhere. No occasion. Just a message that said, “Just wanted to share… I thought you’d like…

Dogs or cats? There’s a kind of love that doesn’t ask for anything. No promises. No conditions. Just presence. That’s the kind of love animals offer. And I’ve always felt it—deeply, quietly, as if my soul already knew it before I could put it into words. I love animals. Dogs, elephants, calves, horses… such divine creatures. They carry something ancient and untouched within them. Their…

What bothers you and why? What bothers me? A deep question. deeper than I expected. Not the kind you answer in a rush, not something you Google, not even something a playlist can fix. It needed stillness. So I paused. I sat with myself — no distractions, no noise, no performance. Just me and the question. “What actually bothers me?” I asked it slowly, out loud, like I was waiting for a…

Which activities make you lose track of time? Some moments don’t tick by — they slip. Like mist off glass, like songs you forget you’re humming until the silence reminds you. That’s what it feels like when I’m reading, when I’m writing and, yes, when I’m overthinking. Reading is my favorite way to disappear. Sometimes I tell myself, “Just ten pages,” and next thing I know, an hour has passed…

I don’t know how to explain this without getting emotional again, but I’m going to try — because some feelings deserve a home outside the body. A few mornings ago, I sat down with a cup of coffee, a little tired, a little heavy, and — to be honest — a little lost. I had picked up a book that had been sitting on my shelf for a while: Self Help by Gabrielle Bernstein I wasn’t expecting anything…