It’s been like forever since I dedicated time to watch series, not to even talk of K-dramas. I just got bored with those things but it seems I am back on bullshit again and I kinda love it because trust

At this point, I’m not even pretending anymore, this is a full-blown Freida McFadden phase. You know when you keep going back to an author because they’ve trained your brain to expect chaos? Yeah, that.

In today’s fast-paced digital economy, the question is no longer if a business should move to the cloud, but how fast it can transform. As organizations face increasing pressure to remain agile, the role

Two days ago, while passively watching the news on TV, something I rarely do, a live report came on that interrupted the ordinary rhythm of my day. Watching TV that day was supposed to be background noise

Talking animals already have a soft spot in my heart, especially when they look like they’re up to no good. So when I came across this one, I wasn’t expecting depth or darkness and I also wasn’t expecting

I don’t know what’s more astonishing about this book–its events or the fact that it’s written by a physician. We always hear that science students don’t do fiction like that. That they’re all about labs,

Sylvie had stopped saying it out loud, but every night before she slept, she whispered the same prayer: “Just one miracle.” Her business meant everything to her. It wasn’t just about the products and packaging

It’s been three days since I posted here. Not like anyone cares anyway and it’s also not because I didn’t have anything to say but because I prolly had too much. Let’s start with the chaos. I recently

I'd been dead only an hour. Just long enough for the room to forget my name. Long enough for the fan to keep turning as though it had always spun for itself and not for the body beneath it. Death, I found,

My room is almost empty. Definitely not in an austere way, but a way that leaves space for breath and thought. In that simplicity, the ritual that anchors my day isn’t something I add, but what I resist,

There’s a question many adults avoid asking children, especially girls. It’s tagged as too personal, sometimes even framed as an invasion of privacy. But yesterday, out of fear and deep care, I found myself

There’s something almost painfully tender about this film. The heartbreak you get from it comes subtly if you view it on a deeper level because it just lets it seep in slowly, through those dreary silences,

It feels a bit muggy out there and it’s not just the weather, although the air is heavy, but there’s everything else too. The street, some conversations and also Tiktok. I mean every time I open TikTok,

About two months ago, I decided to spend a little time at my older sister's house because being at mine almost threw me into a depression plus I just couldn’t bear being alone as it had begun to feel dangerous

The title of this post is a quote I found while scrolling Pinterest and it is also a sentence we see almost everywhere, on walls, bookmarks, floating across social media in clean fonts. It sounds simple,

It beats me why someone would hear honesty and immediately brace for war. The moment a conversation stops being light, playful or agreeable, they label it an argument. Voices don’t even have to rise nor

Reading does something strange and intimate to the mind. It doesn’t ordinarily tell a story, it moves in, rearranges the furniture of your thoughts, dims the lights of the real world, and asks you to stay

Nelson Mandela once said, “Be a lifelong student. Read as many books as possible.” Note that he didn’t attach conditions and he didn’t rank genres nor did he appoint guards at the gate of literature. Yet

University was supposed to feel like freedom. A place where you showed up completely as yourself, only armed with books, a little of your opinions and ambition. So imagine my surprise when one random morning,

Today, we harvested ginger from the garden, and for the first time in my life, I actually saw what a ginger plant looks like. I’ve always bought ginger from the market; I never knew my sister had planted