This is the homecoming of a writer who disappeared into life and found her way back; with damp hands and eyes that have seen too much to rush.

 

The words you’ll find here are stitched from many threads — my love for stories, my work in digital spaces, my pursuit of quiet, my need for meaning. I am exploring what it means to be human and what it takes to live gently in a world that insists otherwise. 

 

This is not a guide. Not a destination. But a gathering of thoughts, fragments and quiet observations stitched together to make sense of being.

 

It is a home for the over-read, the overbooked and the quietly becoming.