Tomorrow would be his birthday, the second we celebrate without him. And though time moves forward with its relentless pace, there are days when absence feels like a dense shadow, like a distant echo that breaks suddenly in my chest.I cannot deny that the void of his presence is real—tangible—a…
Month: April 2025
Literary Reflections
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Yes, I Am A Writer
A trembling confession: fear, healing, and the courage to be seen Even now, saying it aloud still trembles through me—as if I were unveiling an ancient secret kept for centuriesat the bottom of a wooden chest, worn down by time. Since childhood, I knew words could be dangerous.In my home,…
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Before the First Verse
The sacred ritual of facing the blank page Finding a blank page is like stepping into a labyrinth of silences—a virgin territory where every corner waits to be discovered with the same reverence one feels when tracing the sleeping face of a lover. The absence of words is not emptiness…