A Dreamer's Dreams

Tonight, fever has taken my voice. Words sit somewhere within me, unformed, unreachable. I drift in and out of a heavy, uncertain sleep—neve...

There is a stillness that comes when the spine of the soul straightens; purpose settles in like breath, alignment hums beneath the skin. Not...

The ladder I climbed for years turned out to lean on a crumbling wall; every rung a quiet bargain paid in compromise and pain. I stepped awa...

Today, I am not just bidding farewell to the year 2025, but also to the people I have worked alongside for the past four and a half years. W...

I knew the texture of my days there— the familiar components of the table, the weight of the chair, I knew what tomorrow would ask of me. I ...

When I picture winters in Duliajan, the first thing that blooms in my mind is a riot of Chrysanthemums and Dahlias—so many colours, so many ...

Duliajan will always hold a piece of my soul. I remember the many rainy days—how I would watch from the window, mesmerized by the gulmohar a...