Hello there, dear stranger. I have a small question. — Hello there, dear stranger. I have a small question: How did it feel to fall in love? Was it like love at first sight? Or did it happen slowly, sweetly unraveling with time? Did she take your breath away? …

What to do when your writing isn’t solving people’s problems… — If you’re someone like me, you probably often hit a dead-end in your writing (let’s not call it writer’s block). For some reason or other, we stop hitting the “publish” button because an alarm whirrs in our head: Is our writing actually adding value in the world of Keeping Up…

I’m back, guys. — Dear Medium friends, I did it, guys. Draft one of my first novel is completed. It’s not perfect. It’s not where I want it to be. But it’s where it should be: completed, imperfect, and ready for round 2 of drafting. I Shared My Story With Strangers While Traveling, And “Accidentally” Built A Brand Good accidents happen sometimes.medium.com There is still a long road ahead of me…

Dear almost… I wrote this for you. ❤ — Dear Almost, I wrote this for you. Not out of bitterness, but so the universe could hear these words even within oblivion. It’s the closure of knowing that it’s okay if you’ll never read these words but the hope that these words would penetrate the hearts of anyone who goes…

I thought so too — You thought I would wait But the wind whisked me away It carried me in its arms And whispered in my ears You thought I would wait But the sun beckoned me close Wrapped me in its warm rays Promised me that every day It would shine on me You…

Whether writer or reader, you are wonderful in every way. ❤ — Hello there, stranger. :) I hope this letter finds you even amidst the noise of the world. I might not know you or your story — but I acknowledge that you exist — that you are also a human being with as much beauty and as many flaws that I…

So she bled flowers — There was a girl who loved the world, and so she had bled flowers. They wanted to cure her of the disease - of the behemoth: worldly desire. She loved the flowers and they loved her back. Their pleasant scent would tickle her nose. She’d smile as they waved to her…