Scribbled Thoughts

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...