The Unfaithfully Faithful Chocoholic

Describe your dream chocolate bar. My dream chocolate bar? Honestly, I don’t have one. Because choosing a favorite chocolate feels like betraying the rest of the sweet gang. I’m not biased. (Okay, maybe slightly biased when Ferrero Rocher winks at me.) From Alpenliebe's buttery hug to Dairy Milk’s creamy whisper, from KitKat’s crunchy gossip to... Continue Reading →

Fear, a Spider in My Slipper

What fears have you overcome and how? I once thought fear wore a vampire cloak—dark, dramatic, blood-curdling. Turns out, fear sometimes wears eight legs and hides in a slipper.Yes, it began with a spider in my Bata slipper. Not a metaphorical one. A real, hairy-legged, eight-eyed creeper that had clearly mistaken my footwear for an... Continue Reading →

Once Upon a Résumé

What jobs have you had? Once upon a résumé, I began as a tele-caller. Yes, the “Hello madam, would you like a loan?” kind of person. That job taught me how to handle rejection 57 times before lunch and still smile like I’d just won a lucky draw to the Maldives. As someone wisely said,... Continue Reading →

Backspace to a Beautiful Life

Do you remember life before the internet? Yes, I do remember life before the internet—because I lived it. I'm a proud Millennial, an analog soul who tiptoed into the digital world holding floppy disks like they were sacred scrolls. While I embrace the marvels of the internet today (thank you, Google, for making me look... Continue Reading →

Things That Don’t Spark Joy—They Set Off Fireworks

What personal belongings do you hold most dear? There’s a dusty old box under my bed that creaks every time I pull it out. No, it's not haunted. Inside, however, lies my true treasure. Not gold coins or secret maps—but memories. Beautiful, tangled, tearjerking, rib-tickling memories.They say, “We don’t remember days, we remember moments.” I... Continue Reading →

Stamped in Time, Bookmarked in Pixels

Do you have any collections? “Collect things you love. That way, when life flips the pages, your memories will never feel bankrupt.”As a child, I was a proud curator of tiny treasures—stamps and coins from across the globe. My collection looked less like a hobby and more like a secret museum of forgotten times. A... Continue Reading →

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