There are morningswhen silence has a heartbeat. Not loud.Not dramatic. Just…persistent. The house still hums,but it hums with absence.Every ticking clock rehearses a languageI used to know— your language. A mother calling without raising her voice.A father laughing like the day wasn’t trying to break him yet. Now the kitchen light feels like confession.The walls…
Category: Self Notes
A Tribute to Son Heung-min
When Dreams Take Root in the Longest Wait There’s something about pain that binds football fans. Something in the long, hard years without silverware that forges a different kind of loyalty, one not built on trophies or the glitter of success but on quiet belief. I should know — I became a Liverpool supporter in…
Dear Chichi
I hope these words reach you gently, like soft waves finding the shoreline after a long journey — neither demanding nor imposing, but arriving with purpose and tenderness. There’s been something on my heart that I’ve wanted to say — not in the rushed tones of daily chatter or between the silences of meals and…