Scribbled Thoughts

I was walking home one evening, lost in thought, when a friend texted me out of the blue:   “How do you know when it’s worth reaching back out—and when it’s time to let go?”   It was a simple question, but it stirred something deeper in me. It took me back to a memory, one I hadn’t thought about in a while, of someone who used to be a constant in my life… until they weren’t. That night, I scrolled back through an old chat—the kind that’s been gathering dust at the bottom of my inbox. It was an old friend I used to talk to every single day. We knew everything about each other’s lives, from the trivial stuff like what we ate for lunch to the deep, soul-searching conversations that stretched into the late hours. I smiled at the old messages, but I couldn’t help noticing how the tone faded over time—how the paragraphs became sentences, and the sentences became a like on a story, or nothing at all. It wasn’t sudden. It never is. These things fade so gently that you hardly notice u...

This morning, I went for a jog just before sunrise. The air was cool, not cold—just enough to wake me up. The world was still quiet, half-asleep. No traffic, no rush, no noise—just the soft rhythm of my footsteps and the sky slowly catching fire with color. I paused for a moment near the end of my run, watching the sun rise behind the mountains. It wasn’t dramatic or movie-like. It was just... calm. Still. Honest. And in  that stillness, something inside me slowed down too... Hi Everyone!!! Hope you all are doing well. So, I’m back with another post—this one’s a little more reflective, a little more personal. Lately, I’ve been thinking about what peace really feels like, and I had a moment this morning that brought it all into focus. So, I decided to write about it. There’s a word in Urdu that I keep returning to— Sukoon . It’s not just “peace.” It’s deeper, softer, heavier in the best way. Any description of the word wouldn't do justice to it. After all, it is more of an idea tha...

Right now, there’s a half-drunk cup of coffee on my desk. The coffee powder has settled in a pattern I could probably read like a fortune if I tried hard enough. Next to it: my journal, open to a page that stops mid-sentence. I think I was trying to make a list, or maybe unpack a thought that got too tangled to keep writing. There’s a book with a bookmark stuck somewhere around page 71. A to-do list that ends with “clean drawer?” followed by a question mark, as if I wasn’t even sure that task deserved to be done. My laptop has too many tabs open, and so does my brain. — Lately, I’ve started a lot of things. A new journal. A book I thought I’d finish in a week. A sketch that turned into a random lines, just a blur. A message I typed out, deleted, and typed again before finally hitting send, only to delete it again. Emotions, thoughts, ideas — they’ve all begun in bursts, like little sparks. But most of them are still… well, unfinished. And for a while, that felt like failure.  At fi...

Hey everyone! I know it has been a while, but what can I say? Life happens. This break has given me time to think and refresh, and now I’m back with another blog!  (PS: Apologies in advance if this feels a bit too long. I was writing after a long time, and, well, the emotions just kept flowing! But now that we're here, I’d love for you to stick with me till the end.😉) So, I was sitting by my window last evening, watching the sun dip below the horizon. There’s always a peculiar kind of sadness that comes with sunsets. They’re beautiful but never stay long enough to satisfy us completely. We keep looking at the sky, waiting for the colours to fade into a monochrome filter, as if hoping for just one more minute of that amber glow. I guess even the most magical moments have to end, don’t they? Today, a chapter of my life has come to a close — one of those stretches that felt like a favourite song you play on repeat. It was warm and steady, the kind of time where laughter came easily...

  Hi Friends! I am back, trying to make your day just a little bit better. I hope you all are doing well.  So, another year of our lives is coming to a close today. We’ve managed to survive one more year in this chaotic, yet lovely world. Cheers to that! This year was an unexpected storm, wasn’t it? Not the best, not the easiest, but one that stripped you bare and made you face yourself — the light, the shadows, and every part in between. It carved out pieces of you you didn’t know existed, for better or for worse. You laughed. You cried. You loved. You broke. Some days felt endless, heavy with loneliness that pressed against your chest until it ached.   You wondered if anyone could ever truly understand you — your depth, your heart, your quiet longing for connection that doesn’t just skim the surface. You asked the universe, over and over, why? Why this weight, why this pain? Haven’t you given enough? Haven’t you grown enough? Isn’t it enough? Why does it feel like my ev...

Hey everyone!   Wow, it feels like forever since I last did this. Life pulled me into its whirlwind, and honestly, it’s been a bit like untangling a mess of earphone wires—frustrating, confusing, and endless. Somewhere along the way, I felt completely lost. But then, a thought struck me: What if being lost is just another way of being free? (source: Pinterest)   We’re a generation with everything at our fingertips, yet ironically, the things that truly matter require us to look beyond the surface. The maps we carry in our pockets guide us everywhere except where it matters most. We're still searching, still looking. We've never been more connected, but inside, we feel more lost than ever before. We float between expectations and reality, between dreams we once carried like badges of honor and a world that insists we put them away. We aim high, thinking the world is ours to conquer, but it turns out to be more complex than we imagined. It doesn’t bend so easily to our will. A...