Whispers of My World

I’ve been listening to “ Frangipani ” by Kaber Vasuki lately—a song that aches with the weight of grief. It speaks of losing a friend too soon, and something about the rawness in his voice made me feel like I was living his pain. But it also stirred something personal. A memory. A friend I lost along the way. We hadn’t been in touch when it happened. Life had taken us in different directions. But the news hit me like a wave I never saw coming. And I don’t think I’ll ever truly get over it. I still remember the first time I heard your voice. We were just kids, sitting in a strange room after writing the entrance exam for our new school. I was nervous, ready to burst out the moment we were allowed to leave. You were cracking jokes, showing off your white fingersocks to the kids around you. Somehow, you made that unfamiliar place feel less intimidating. Later, in the orientation class—where I was the only girl—you were there again, being silly, making me feel like I wasn’t so alone. We we...

I know, I know—starting a blog in 2025 feels a bit like showing up to a party after everyone’s left. But here I am, feeling a little creative and inspired by a late-night chat with a friend. Funny how ideas sneak up on you. I remember this English lesson from middle school that talked about the internet, Google, and blogging. It all sounded so cool back then. I never really followed up on it, until now. And honestly, I’m surprised I even remember that class. I don’t think I fully understand what blogging is “supposed” to be, but I’m not too worried about that. I’m treating this space like a not-so-personal diary, just something to turn to when posting or talking to people doesn’t quite cut it. Just a quiet place to express myself. I did not mean to have a post that introduces the blog but if that's where this is heading then– hey, welcome to the blog!😊