He reminded me of my great aunt. A fleeting exchange brought back the forgotten feeling of safety, of being fully seen. In his presence, I realised I wasn’t running anymore - I had finally come home to myself.

I did a thing ... finally. And it's (another) podcast. But it's the ONLY podcast you’ll hate because it tells you you are the problem ......

Two years ago, the life I have so carefully curated came to an end. Words I used to cringe at now have a different meaning. Spiritual...

This poem captures the subtle, wordless recognition between two strangers, where societal labels fall away and what remains is raw, human truth. It reflects on how we speak about men, how they hide behind charm and lust and how rare it is to feel someone without explanation. It's not a love story, it’s a mirroring of two paths.

You don’t need to find your voice. You never lost it. You placed it under a veil of politeness and called that maturity. You learned to...