I used to think a home meant walls, windows, and furniture. Turns out, that’s just a house. Over the years, my definition of home kept evolving. From a place I could call mine, to a house I owned, to something far less tangible and far more meaningful. Different stages of life bring different understandings. For…
Energy Leakage and Discernment : Day 23 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: The advice you ignore but know is right. There’s a piece of advice I’ve heard my whole life. From friends. From therapists. From books. From that one brutally honest voice in my own head. “Stop giving so much of yourself away.” Simple. Logical. Extremely sensible. Also? The advice I routinely ignore. For the longest…
Day Dreaming: A Day I Would Happily Relive : Day 22 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: A day you would happily relive Some days don’t explode with fireworks. They don’t come with big announcements or life-changing news. They just… glow quietly. And somehow, those are the days that stay. If someone asked me, “What day would you happily relive?” It wouldn’t be a milestone. Not a birthday. Not some dramatic…
Of Foods and Moods : Day 21 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: What Your Favourite Food Reveals About You (A slightly unscientific, completely honest personality test) I don’t trust people who say, “Oh, I’ll eat anything.” No, you won’t. Everyone has a favourite food. The one you crave on bad days. The one you order without looking at the menu. The one that feels like home…
Decide or Deride : Day 20 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: A small decision that led to something big Big changes don’t always arrive with fireworks. Sometimes they arrive quietly. In slippers.With messy hair. On a very ordinary day. No dramatic music. No cinematic speech. No “this is it” moment. Just one small word. Enough. Enough of being taken for granted.Enough of not mattering. Enough…
From Pieces to Peace : Day 19 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: What peace looks like to you? For the longest time, I thought peace would look dramatic. Like a mountain retreat. Like a life with zero problems. Like some cinematic sunrise where violins play and suddenly everything makes sense. Turns out, peace is much less glamorous. And much more practical. It’s almost ordinary. Peace…
Realtime Syllabus: Day 18 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: The Most Useful Thing I Learned Outside School/College School taught me many things. How to calculate the area of a trapezium. How to label the parts of a flower. How to write essays that begin with “India is a developing country.” Useful? Debatable. But the most useful thing I ever learned? Nobody taught me…
A Letter to the Version of Me That No Longer Exists: Day 17 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: A Letter to the Version of You That No Longer Exists Dear You, I don’t even know where to start. Maybe with a thank you. Thank you for enduring the nights that felt endless. Thank you for carrying dreams too heavy for your small shoulders.Thank you for loving, even when it hurt. Thank you…
Silent Reading: Day 16 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: What your silence would say if it could speak. Silence is not one of my virtues. Even when I choose to remain quiet, the subtitles running on my face are doing all the talking. Yes, the eyebrow raise? That’s me. The smirk? That’s the footnote. If my silence could speak, it wouldn’t whisper sweet…
Sheets, Smiles, and Self-Care: Day 15 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: A routine you didn’t know you needed. I make my bed every morning. Yes. That’s it. No life coach, no alarmed-to-tell-me-I’m-a-new-adult guru, just me and my sheets. (Though honestly, if life coaches knew how transformative this was, they’d start charging extra.) At first, I thought, “Who cares? The bed’s just going…