Cuts and Cracks
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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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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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From OMAD to FOMAD: When Gluttony Feels Holy
A love letter to food and Ruchi — olive oil, garlic, and the kind of gluttony that feels almost holy. From OMAD to FOMAD, tonight, it’s enough.
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Reclaiming Self-Care: A Small, Unbroken Heartfulness
A reflection on reclaiming care, softening the heart, and letting go of burdens that were never yours.
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Cracking the Shell: Silence, Stability & Noise
Silence never saved me. My father asked for stability, my mother for provision, the industry for performance. None heard the noise inside. This is the crack I made.
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OMAD Diet Gone Wrong: Coffee, Desserts & Toothache
What began as a lazy One Meal A Day experiment spiralled into an OMAD diet gone wrong — black coffee mornings, dessert-fuelled nights, and a toothache running the show. Minimalism? Please. Diabetes is already fixing her lipstick.
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Sarcastic Mangalore Blog: Coastal Humor and Hometown Feels
Mangalore is gorgeous, strange, and permanently etched into my DNA—like an unskippable pop-up ad I never asked for.
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When Silence Drains You: Surviving Emotional Fatigue in a Quiet World
Heavy silence can feel draining, overwhelming, and emotionally exhausting—here’s what it means and why it happens.
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Migraine Burnout Is Real — And Self-Help Can Shove It
It’s the weekend. Apparently that means joy, brunch, and yoga for Instagram. For me? Migraine, sinus pressure, and unsolicited advice about ‘making the best of it.’ Spoiler: I didn’t. At this point, if life gives me lemons, I’m just going to lie down and let them hit me in the face. At least that might clear my sinuses.
