What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite? My favorite holidays aren’t defined by one place or one trip. When I think about them, I think about my father, my Aba, and the way he made travel feel like so much more than just going somewhere new. He didn’t just take us on …
Category: Aba ❤️
Aba ❤️
Aba, you loved me deeply. So deeply that my expectations of life grew—not out of entitlement, but belief. Belief that I mattered. That I could take up space. That love could be steady. Your love was never indulgent. Alongside warmth, there was guidance. You corrected me when I needed humility, grounded me when pride crept …
A Heart Full of Gratitude
What is the greatest gift someone could give you? For me, the greatest gifts have always been simple yet meaningful. I have always loved chocolates, especially from my two favorite companies, Patchi and Godiva. If not chocolates, then diamonds hold a special place in my heart. And if not diamonds, Sephora has always been a …
The Shade That’s Gone
What's the hardest decision you've ever had to make? Why? I wasn’t in my village when my father left this world. I wasn’t there to hold his hand, see his last smile, or say the words I had saved for someday. Seven months and five days later, the absence still lives inside me—sharp, raw, and …
Three Wishes 💛
You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for? If I had three wishes, I wouldn’t ask for fame, fortune, or power. My heart would choose differently. My first wish would be to see my father again — to hold him, to talk to him, to feel the comfort of his presence one …
The Bittersweet Chill of My Favorite Season
Autumn and winter have always been my favorite seasons. The soft sunlight, the early evenings, the cool breeze, and a warm cup in my hands slow the world down just enough for me to breathe. These months wrap around me with a calm nothing else gives. But the calm has a shadow. Every year, as …
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Resilience Isn’t Born – It’s Built.
I used to feel everything. Too much. A shift in someone’s tone could ruin my whole day. One careless word, and I’d spiral into overthinking — questioning myself, replaying conversations, holding on too tightly to things that shouldn’t have held that much weight. I let the world get under my skin — way too easily. …
Carrying You With Me, Always
It feels almost cruel to write this. Cruel that life moves forward when someone so deeply loved is no longer here. On 23rd April 2025, I lost the most incredible man I’ve ever known—my father. My Aba. The kind of parent who wasn’t just a father, but a protector, a guide, and the safest place …
Grief & Love
And just like that, a whole person disappears... No warnings. No goodbyes that ever feel enough. It hits you-how someone who was once your everything becomes a memory you're now left to protect. Their voice becomes a faint echo in your mind. Their presence turns into silence that screams louder than anything else. And in …
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