Mirrors are more than surfaces to reflect physical image. They are silent witnesses of who I am, who I was, and who I will be. With every experience, I fracture. I pick up the pieces, tape the edges, try to make something whole again. The cycle repeats.
Loud and soft share a blanket inside my vocal cords
Nothing is random. Most people just don't see the pattern. Political analysis and cultural writing from a country the world keeps forgetting โ until it can't.