People always talk about high school, but for me, it was my previous school, where I studied until 10th grade. I might be dramatic, but that place truly felt like my second home. I still remember sitting in the corner of the classroom with my friends, turning all the armchairs into a circle and sharing secrets, laughter, drama, and sometimes even tears. That corner witnessed so much of our childhood. We would get scolded for our hairstyles, for talking nonstop during class—but even the punishments have become stories we laugh about now. And the canteen—how could I ever forget it? That one veg roll we all loved, the way we’d run through the corridors and join the long queue, hoping to grab one before they sold out. Those little moments meant everything. Growing up has brought changes—new places, new people, and new challenges. But no matter how far I go, a part of me remains in those corridors, still laughs in that corner of the classroom, and still yearns for that one ...
Writing has always been my way of making sense of the world, especially the quiet parts that often go unspoken. This blog is a space where I share pieces of my heart—moments that moved me, memories I cherish, and emotions that linger in silence. Whether it’s the ache of missing someone, the joy of a favorite day, or a thought that simply won’t let go—if you’ve ever felt deeply, or needed a place to feel understood—you’re welcome here. Let’s navigate life one story at a time.