Between The Moon & Me
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A Song That Refuses to Leave
There’s a song that has made a home in my mind — Hum Tere Pyar Mein. I let it play all day, not trying to push it away, because some feelings don’t want closure — they just want to stay.
An Inconvenient Irony
It’s a strange pattern I keep noticing. Mothers wish ease and comfort for their daughters, yet hope their sons marry women who carry entire households without expecting much in return.
Under the Moon Tonight
The moon was unbearably beautiful tonight. I stayed longer than I should have, forgetting the cold, forgetting everything else — as if the moon quietly asked me to pause.
Growing Side by Side
Growth doesn’t have to come from loss. I hope we learn to become brighter while walking together, not after letting go.
Nothing Left to Lose
I saw a man asleep at the railway station, peaceful in a way that startled me. He had nothing to lose, and therefore nothing to fear — while we keep collecting things, and with them, the fear that slowly undoes us.
