This isn’t a newsletter. It’s a mirror - sometimes cracked, sometimes fogged, always honest.
I’m not here to teach you. I’m here to unsettle you. To offer thoughts that don’t ask for your agreement, only your attention. To sit with the uncomfortable. To stretch the way you see reality, life, time, love, history, identity - those quiet forces that shape us and abandon us when we try to make them behave.
Everything I write is born from experience. From long walks through cities I don’t belong to. From heartbreaks that rearranged me. From silent bookstore aisles, from handwritten letters never sent. From the smell of chole bhature on Sunday mornings. From absorbing the world, not scrolling through it.
Here, you’ll find questions that don't have answers. Observations that might scratch something in you you thought was long buried.
History, to me, is not what happened. It’s what we choose to remember.
Love is not a feeling. It's a decision we make in spite of doubt.
Reality is not fixed. It’s just perspective with power behind it.
If that sounds like too much, you're in the right place.
I don’t promise comfort. But I promise depth.
Not certainty but clarity.
Not escape but presence.
Because nothing is absolute.
Not time. Not truth. Not even you.
If that thought makes you pause, stay.
We have much to uncover.
