The world loves finished products. But life was never meant to be factory-made. You are not here to fit a mould — you are here to create one. Don’t let the world dry you out. Stay soft. Stay experimental. Stay unfinished. Because shapelessness is not weakness — it’s possibility. Life is not a script. It is clay. Soft. Uncertain. Waiting. And you — you are the sculptor. Whatever the world may whisper about symmetry, about success, about the “right” shape of a life — remember: it is your hands that press into the yielding earth, your fingers that leave their quiet imprints. Do not look up to borrowed blueprints or prefabricated dreams. The world loves templates. It fears the unfinished. Look instead at artists, at writers — how they carve their own grammar, how they bend rules until rules begin to breathe. Their forms are never fixed. They are always becoming. The clay waits for you. For your pulse. For the heat of your imagination to move through its damp uncerta...
This space is dedicated to my father, who taught me to be bold, to stand up to power, and to remain faithful to one’s convictions—even when standing alone. What began in 2024 is a digital relic I carry forward: a space where my voice exists unedited. When thoughts feel too much for the world, this blog becomes a home for them. This is me—unfiltered, unfinished, and becoming Architect of Ideas, Sculptor of Minds and Storyteller of the Everyday.