A picture of me I used to think intelligence was just about grades, like if you didn’t score high, didn’t come out on top, then maybe you just weren’t that smart. I didn’t say it out loud, but I carried

A picture of me I did not learn about family from books, learnt it from watching women who never called themselves teachers, yet taught me everything. I remember my grandmother, my father’s mother sitting

pixabay I remember the night I finally asked about the world war, it wasn’t planned. The power had gone out, and the house sat in a quiet that felt too heavy for ordinary conversation. Outside, the wind

Grandma always counted the food after dinner. "No one cheats this house,” she’d say with warning. One night, the numbers didn’t add up but no one confessed. At midnight, I heard plates clink in the

Rewriting the Habit That Controls Your Life A picture of me There’s something you do every day, softly, almost invisibly that is shaping your life more than your dreams ever have. And it doesn’t look

A picture of me ‎ ‎There was a time I only paid attention to my body when it started indicating signs, during headaches, when the exhaustion settled in, when everything in me slowed down without permission,

The earth shook under war cries, arrows raining like fire. Pain tore through him, yet he charged, every wound fueling fury. Around him fell enemies, one by one, until the battlefield bowed to his unstoppable

A picture of me... There’s something quiet about preparing for a birthday before it arrives, no candles yet, no noise. Just you, standing in between who you’ve been and who you’re becoming. The 1st of

‎ pixabay We need to exercise, but not just our bodies ‎ ‎The first time my body protested, I ignored it. ‎ ‎It wasn’t loud, just a quiet resistance the kind that shows up when climbing stairs feels heavier

A five minutes writing Splash It started with a feeling I couldn’t explain, not pain, just a quiet awareness that something about my life didn’t fit. From the outside, we were a normal family. Dinner at

pixabay I remember the day my home room teacher told me my work lacked color, but I had spent hours on it, carefully shaping each line, pressing my pencil just enough to leave a mark that felt honest.

pixabay Positivity is often presented as something simple, smile more, think better, stay hopeful and encouraging but the reality is rarely that neat. Sometimes, what looks like positivity on the surface

pixabay “Strap yourself in,” he said but it was already late in that time didn’t slow down it's tick; it shattered. My scream wasn’t fear, it was realisation at every ignored warning, every rushed decision,

pixabay It never starts with a ruin nor with a scar, it all starts with a shift so small you almost miss it, a quiet change in texture, a fading colour, where softness where strength used to sit. Nothing

Pixabay you see everybody is waiting for a sign to be directed but t what if the sign is waiting for you?” Let’s be honest, most people are stuck, not because they can’t move, but because they’re watching.

The surgeon swore the appendix was gone, removed, sealed and forgotten. But yet every night, the stitches twitched. He woke to whispers beneath his skin, counting, learning Then on the seventh day, the

pixabay Silence is the loudest sound we’ll ever hear. It speaks when words fail, carrying the whispers of our deepest thoughts and the echoes of what our hearts truly feel. In the stillness, we find the

Pixabay There are days I feel like the woman in the image all drained, wrapped in invisible threads of worry and passing through the street of exhaustion The world keeps shifting, faster than my mind can

Pixabay Morning light filtered through the iron bars, glinting coldly, a reflection of what had become of us. The same path we once walked together now felt like two separate worlds divided by invisible

Ada ignored the old woman’s warning after bumping into her by stepping on her feet, it's just a small thing na. Later that night, her door kept knocking. When she opened it, her own voice whispered,