memories
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The Golden Bubble
There is a specific, fleeting chapter in early adulthood that I often refer to as “the golden bubble” — those final two years of university. Looking back, it was a phase incredibly difficult to leave behind. Inside the bubble, time operated on a completely different metric. Tuesday nights felt like Saturday nights. My biggest worries…
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Waking Up To Day One
It happens every single morning, a quiet, wonderful deja vu. The alarm goes off, the world begins to stir, and then I see her. She might be tangled in the sheets, reaching for a glass of water, or squinting at the sunlight spilling through the curtains. And in that ordinary moment, something extraordinary occurs. It’s…
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The Scent of Nostalgia: Parijat
The evening air carries a fragrance that is both gentle and profound, a scent that whispers of forgotten times and awakens a sense of calm. This is the parijat (night-flowering jasmine), and its delicate white and orange blossoms do more than just blanket the ground in beauty, they perfume the surroundings with a deeply soothing…
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That Faint Smile
We all have them the memories that flash across our minds unbidden, leaving us with a faint, wry smile. They aren’t always the grand, triumphant moments. More often, they are the small, absurd snippets of our past. Maybe it’s the time you tried to cook a complicated dish and ended up setting off the smoke…
The Polished Path 