The Kind of Longing That Doesn’t Announce Itself A quiet return is rarely just about the place There is a certain kind of longing that doesn't arrive loudly or demand to be resolved. It lingers quietly, almost respectfully, as if it knows it doesn't need your immediate attention to exist. I felt something similar while reading The Green Book: An Observer's Notebook by Amitava Kumar , where he returns to his hometown after his father's death. There is no dramatic attempt to reclaim what was lost, no urgency to extract meaning from memory. Instead, there is a stillness in the way he moves through familiar spaces, as though he is not searching for something specific, yet remains open to whatever the place might still hold. And perhaps that is what stayed with me the most—not the return itself, but the unspoken question beneath it: what exactly are we looking for when we go back? The Illusion of Returning Familiar spaces cannot recreate past versions of us Think of a p...
Friendship Isn’t Fixed: How Friends Evolve With Life Stages. The Myth of the “Best Friend” We grow up believing in one central idea: that somewhere in our lives, there will be one person who knows everything about us. Our habits. Our past. Our emotional patterns. Our default human . And we hold on to that idea tightly. Especially as women. We don’t just want friendships. We want that one person . But life… doesn’t stay that simple. Where This Thought Began This reflection began while reading the poem Friendship by David Henry Thoreau He writes about friendship as something almost untouched by time. A connection that doesn’t need constant communication. A bond that exists even in long silences. It’s a beautiful idea. And yet… it stayed with me not because I agreed with it, but because I didn’t fully. If you’ve read my thoughts on grief (read here: Who Gets to Grieve? ) you’ll know I often question ideas that sound perfect but feel incomplete in ...