I believe in the power of ordinary things: letters unsent, balconies half-swept by wind, the last page of a good book, and the way old songs catch us off guard.
This blog began as a personal lifelog — a quiet place to gather thoughts that didn’t fit into conversations. I never planned for anyone else to read it. But over time, I realized that the more personal something is, the more universal it becomes.
Now, I write not only to remember but to offer remembrance to others. For the cities you've left behind. For the books that stayed with you. For the feelings you couldn’t name at the time.
Relian , Author