I like to write. It’s how I cope

Ever since I stepped into my 20s, I realised that every time I scribble down my thoughts on a piece of paper, a sense of relief washes over me.

I look around and see the world flow in a rhythm. The next-door neighbour, the milkman, the paan shop vendor, the activist, and the bus driver go about their day in a certain rhythm. They don’t flow where the tide takes them, but they create their own symphony and choose for themselves the life they want to continue.