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. 

The holiday magic brought a spark in me.

Experiencing this year's first snow was magical.

Life really is a balancing act.

As a writer, I have this habit of distancing myself sometimes while I live my life.

It’s insane the power that someone can have over you.

Fall brings out such strong feelings in me.

Lost among leaves and dreams.

Iceland’s black sand beaches inspired me.

Many people we meet are strangers to us at first. Some become something more, and other times, they remain unknown.

Cafes really get me in my feels.

I just need an Adirondack chair and fresh air.