Self-Care

I began the long journey of writing a book last month (yes, I’m finally doing it!). I ate a frozen chicken biryani for dinner. Nothing fancy, just one of those microwave meals I picked up for convenience. The rice was spiced and golden, clinging to…

Imagine yourself dying with your loved ones surrounding you, holding your hand, admiring every wrinkle time has etched into your face. The smell of sterility and hospital bandages mimicking the scent of jasmine tea, something you never truly enjoyed for that very reason. The aroma…