The Weight of the City and the Whisper of the Wild In a city that never sleeps, sometimes it’s the heart that forgets how to rest. Deadlines. Horns. Notifications. A blur of screens and endless scrolling.I had become a passenger on a high-speed train of existence—unaware of the weight I was carrying, until it started […]
When the Wild Became My Wound’s Balm Some journeys begin on a map.Others begin in the heart—after it’s been cracked open by loss, stress, or silence. Mine was the latter. I had grown tired of city noise, of deadlines, of grief that had no shape but lived everywhere in my body. My doctor prescribed rest. […]
🌅 A Journey Where the Roads Fade and Rivers Begin to Sing It started with a hunger — not just for food, but for a feeling. A yearning to leave behind traffic horns and tiled ceilings and step into a place where the wind smells of salt, the sky is wide open, and every meal […]