The Creative Pulse

And yet, in a room full of people — people I love and adore and have missed for such a long time — in a room full of  my  people, amidst all those comfortable laughs and snorts, when everything is better than perfect... the feeling of not belonging remains unshaken, hiding somewhere deep inside my laughter. When you realize that everything is exactly how you left it, but somehow,  you  don’t belong here — because  you’re  the one who changed. When you realize the place you left behind is still the place you can return to, but the person you left behind isn’t you anymore. That part of you has quietly died a little — and will fade further with time. When you realize you never had to worry about these people becoming strangers — but now find yourself constantly worrying that they’ll notice how  you’ve  become one. When you're in the middle of your happiest moments, and yet you still find yourself worrying about how soon it will all slip away. When yo...

The Shape of Water The sky is pink, and the air is purple. The sun is leaving behind what it owns during the day, now moving onto the surface of the pond, creating a seemingly endless path to itself. My heart is filled with tranquillity as I witness a sparkling blend of colours, escaping reality and trying to look deeper into myself. A gentle breeze brushes against me, making my hair dance to its rhythm. I smile as the green grass tickles my bare feet. The beauty of this place amazes me as I gaze into the shallow water, wondering if it, too, is deeper than it seems. I think about how water, even while playing such a vital role in everyone’s life, is completely shapeless on its own. Though essential to all living beings, it surrenders its form to everything it flows into—borrowing an identity as if unaware of its own worth. This thought stays with me as I notice an old woman sitting nearby. Her skin is faded, her face wrinkled, her eyes dull like her greying hair. She seems lost in her ...