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Fight the good fight; every struggle needs a voice. Not every voice finds its time, or its crowd. Still, fight the good fight. Some fade unheard, yet none fade alone. When one voice finally reaches its audience, it bears the weight of all who could not speak. Always, fight the good fight. I wrote this poem after sitting with a thought when John shared this with me: Every few moments in history, we look back and ask ourselves—did we really live like that? Over the past few da

Sometimes in life you realise you are in situations where you are not in control. And that makes you feel frustrated, helpless, and annoyed. You don’t know how to feel about it. And in the last one week, I’ve had two such moments  back-to-back. Definitely not the greatest feeling. The first thing was my parents’ visa getting rejected . My parents were supposed to travel to the UK for my graduation from the London School of Economics . This was a big deal for me. I submitted o

Belgium is a fascinating little country. I spent most of my time in Brussels, Bruges, and Ghent — and it felt like a country that reveals itself through small details. The first thing that hits you is the food. This is a land of fries, waffles, chocolates, croquettes, and everything that can be fried or sweetened. It’s as if the country was built for people who love to eat unapologetically. If gluttony had a capital, Belgium would definitely be on the shortlist. And then come

Today was special. I hosted my first house party in London. I don’t even know if it qualifies as a “house party.” Maybe a welcome party....

Hi, today marks day 365 in London . One full year. And I cannot help but pause and reflect on how much has changed in this time. When I...

The blurry line between reality and fiction. Authenticity and AI. Whenever a new technology comes, the world seems to split into two...

I’m beginning to realize the value of writing a blog right in the moment—capturing how I feel then and there. Because the next morning,...