Prompt: What your weekends teach you about yourself. For the longest time, weekends felt like oxygen. Something I waited for. Counted down to. Clung to like a life raft. Friday evenings were dramatic. Sunday nights were tragic. Somewhere between those two, I tried to squeeze all my happiness into forty-eight rushed hours. Rest. Fun. People….
The Book I Never Outgrew: Day 10 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: The book that found you at the right time. Not every life lesson comes from people. Some come bound in paperbacks. For me, that book was The Kite Runner. Some books are recommended. Some are gifted. Some sit on your shelf, judging you for months. And then there are the rare ones that don’t…
When Fear Pulls Up A Chair : Day 9 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: A fear you learned to sit with For most of my life, I thought fear was an enemy. Something to defeat. Outrun. Conquer dramatically like a movie climax, wind in the hair, background music swelling, me walking away victorious in slow motion. Turns out? Fear is far less cinematic. And far more stubborn. It…
My Recipe for Success : Day 8 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: What success looks like on an ordinary day. If you had asked me years ago what success looked like, I would’ve said something cinematic. Book launches. Airports. Panels. Somebody holding a microphone too close to my face while mispronouncing my name with confidence. Very shiny. Very impressive. Very exhausting. Now? Success looks suspiciously ordinary….
Creating a Life Before It Happens : Day 7 of #WriteAPageADay.
Prompt: A place you often visit in your thoughts I visit certain places often. Not cafés. Not beaches. Not even Google Maps. I go to the mental tabs I usually lock away. The ones quietly open in the background of my brain while I’m doing dishes, waiting in queues, or pretending to listen to someone…
Of Changing Rules and Life: Day 6 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: A rule I broke that worked in my favour. “Winners never quit.” This sentence followed me everywhere growing up. In classrooms. In report cards. In well-meaning lectures from adults who mistook endurance for virtue. It was served as universal truth. No footnotes. No exceptions. Quitters lose. Winners persist. End of discussion. So I believed…
BrOwwwwwwww Browser! Day 5 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: What your browser history says about you? Browser histories are dangerous things. Tiny digital windows into your soul. Secrets waiting to be discovered, or weaponised, by future archaeologists, nosy friends, or your own guilty curiosity. Curious (and slightly terrified), I opened mine. And oh. My. God. It was cringe. Cringe Pro Max. The kind…
What I Kept, What I Left : Day 4 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: The story behind an object you refuse to throw away. I am no longer attached to objects or to the idea of holding on for the sake of familiarity. I spring-clean my life and my surroundings with clockwork regularity. Every birthday, without fail. It’s my personal self-audit. A conscious act of letting go. I…
A Change of Habit : Day 3 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: A habit that quietly changed your life. Some habits announce themselves loudly. They come with dramatic before-and-after photos, bold declarations, and a sense of reinvention. This one didn’t. It arrived quietly, almost accidentally, and changed my life without asking for attention. I decided, without much ceremony, that I would compliment at least three people…
From Me, to Me: Day 2 of #WriteAPageADay
Prompt: If your younger self asked you for advice today My younger self wouldn’t sit down to ask me questions. She had no patience for that. She would shout them from the doorway while already halfway into something else. So I would tell her to go make me a cup of tea. And while the…