I Forgot, Then I Remembered.

Hello, old friend.

How have you been? It’s been what - a minute - well, 1 year 4 months, but who’s counting?

For more than 3 years, every Friday, I’d sit with a cup of chai and write my heart out here. Week after week, like a ritual. A rhythm. A small pause in the middle of life’s full-on soundtrack.

And then… I got swept up.

Not in anything dramatic - just life doing its thing.

Work picked up pace, responsibilities multiplied, on the personal front - grieving losses, disconnected from my closest people, and somewhere between all the critical to-dos, being numb and feeling burnt out, I slowly let go of the one thing that always brought me back to myself.

Writing this blog felt like exhaling. And I didn’t realise how much I’d missed breathing like that.

This wasn’t some planned break. Just a drift. Not easy but not fatal. But you know how detours work - they quietly show you what truly matters.

And in the midst of all the busyness, I’d occasionally catch myself missing this space. Missing that stillness. That joy. That version of me who wrote not because there was an audience, but because there was something worth saying - even if it was just to myself.

And maybe I needed this drifting phase to remember all that. Maybe that was the point. To gather myself in a stronger version. To hit a Ctrl + Z for the soul. 

So yes, I’m back. 

Deciding to show up. 

In fact, Rise. 

Back to writing. Back to feeling. 

Back to this little corner of the internet that has always felt like home.

See you next Friday.

I am glad that the writer in me never left.

He was just out… “making a living.”