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Living With Anxiety — A Little Bit More Than Before
Even on the days I’m not so sure — this is for the ones who think healing is loud, and for the quiet battles fought behind held breaths. Anxiety doesn’t need a reason; it just needs space to be understood.
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The Lady Across the Balcony
She leaned across her balcony, towel draped over the wall, elbows resting, life paused. In that quiet space, I witnessed grief held gently, joy carried softly, and a stranger’s heart opening just enough to leave a trace.
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Mummy’s Floor
Sitting on my mother’s floor, I faced grief, dust, and memory—learning that light exists even where venom lingers.
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Done With Life: The Quiet Ending
I’m not angry. I’m just finished. A quiet ending — not out of hate, but out of clarity. This is what it sounds like when you finally stop explaining yourself.
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Climbing Memory: A Childhood Tree and the Fires Within
Remembering the childhood tree — a place of joy, scraped knees, and secret swings — and the fire of memory it still carries.
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Mangalore: An Evening by the Estuary
At the Mangalore estuary evening, I tread barefoot on sharp boulders and sand, watching tides push and pull like memories. Dogs tumble, fishermen observe, and the sun carves its way toward the horizon. Just an hour, yet the estuary holds me — smoke in hand, sea salt in the air, Zoe at my side. Unfiltered, deep, fleeting — a moment worth lingering for, pulled back like the currents themselves.
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Indian Railways Anxiety: A Raw Personal Travel Story
Indian Railways anxiety: not ghosts, not heartbreak — just germs, chaos, and me questioning every life choice on the platform. Eight hand sanitisers later, I’m still wondering if the train will betray me with the wrong coach.
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Travel Reflections Krabi: Sea, Silence, and Moral Witness
During a snorkelling trip in Krabi, vibrant sea life clashed with human indifference. A personal reflection on travel, conscience, and witnessing injustice.
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Backpack of Stones: Navigating Trauma and CPTSD
A deeply personal essay exploring the relentless weight of borderline personality, trauma, anxiety, and depression — and the quiet human need to be seen and understood.
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Writing as Self-Reflection: Confronting Fear and Paralysis
Writing became my icebreaker — a way to confront fear, reflect on my life, and keep moving forward, even when everything felt heavy and overwhelming.
