There’s something oddly comforting about how little we know. I’ve been thinking about this lately—how often we just go about life,...

This is what I've learnt lately: repentance is just another word for refusing to live in denial. It's an act of turning: turning away and...

Yawning is one of those unconscious, universal acts—so mundane, so instinctual, that we rarely question it. We yawn when we’re tired,...

There’s a question that has lingered in my mind for years, surfacing most vividly in quiet moments—especially at Christmas, when the...

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been taught that to be a woman means to expect nothing. That life would be smoother, happier, more...

This entry was written in 2015, after an agonising heartbreak A woman in love is such an over-romanticised idea. I blame Barbra...

How fragile is self-esteem? Years built, but how swiftly would you trade it for tender affection? Why can't the two exist at once? I've...

Faith is like artwork. Artworks, like films, music, poetry — they are mediums — representations of our minds and feelings when words fail...

Written on 29 October 2023 When I was younger, my life was a never-ending chase. It was a relentless race against time, always pursuing,...

Dear John (a pseudonym granted not for your benefit but as a mere formality you scarcely deserve), Here I am, writing this letter, each...