Today did not arrive wrapped in perfect ribbons or quiet moments. It came with a tired body, crowded buses, laughter that felt a little too loud, and feelings that moved up and down like waves. Yet somewhere between the chaos, I remembered something important. Love is not only found in grand gestures or romantic stories. Sometimes love looks like showing up anyway, taking a deep breath, holding your own bag a little closer, or choosing kindness even when your heart feels heavy.
This Valentine’...

Morning rose before the sun
with warnings, noise, and heavy words.
Buses brushed past fragile space,
laughter cut where silence lived.
Hands reached when they should not,
eyes looked away when they should have stayed.
Small kindnesses came unevenly
one chocolate, one sweet, one soft voice.
My body spoke in aches and pain,
My heart kept translating the world.
I reported. I endured. I chose calm
even when calm was not offered.
And still
I walked myself home.
I cleaned the wounds.
I ate.
I rested.
This is not...

February always feels quieter than the other months.
It doesn’t rush.
It doesn’t demand grand resolutions or loud transformations.
It simply arrives—short, soft, and a little tender.
This month reminds me that not everything needs to bloom loudly to matter.
Some days in February feel heavy.
Some mornings begin with tired bones, unspoken emotions, and small misunderstandings that linger longer than they should. Other days surprise me—with warmth, with kindness, with moments that feel like quiet...