The stories we believed as children aren’t lies...they’re poetry in disguise. In those myths, I found magic, morality, and a way to dream dangerously.

Not all silence is quiet. Some of mine is filled with Tanpura drones, piano notes, or the hum of rain. In those sounds, I return to myself.

From dog-eared pages to Bluetooth earphones, I’ve read in every way. What matters isn’t format...it’s surrender. A book is a mirror, no matter the frame.

They not only raised their voice ( norm of that millennials) but they also raised the standard. In their gaze, I found calm. In their habits, a compass. And in their flaws… my own reflection.