Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to bottle up your true passion in pursuance of other ventures, you realize no bushel is going to dim that light. Suddenly, everything you have been slowly working on begins to take shape even before you have words for it.
My writing journey began as a way for me to escape my painful and heartbreaking reality over two decades ago. Over the last few years, I decided to make public the writings I had hitherto kept private in the hope that someone might relate.
I usually seek inspiration from a fictional past and my imagined future. In the midst of the unending responsibilities, unanswered questions and current affairs, I turn my imagination into words.
As a trained pharmacist, I totally enjoy the art of medicine. But somewhere between long shifts, sleepless nights, joblessness and the chaotic rhythm of everyday life, another part of me was growing. I rediscovered a different kind of medicine: storytelling. As a storyteller and observer, I constantly see poetry in the ordinary daily life and possibility in the unseen.
It still feels surreal to say I published my first two books last year. Holding them in my hands and flipping through the pages felt like holding pieces of myself —parts that had been silently waiting their turn to speak. Those books were far more than projects; they were little bits of me, formed and moulded by late nights and early mornings, pain and love, heartbreak and misunderstandings, and the courage to finally share my voice.
The support and response from readers has been humbling and energizing. It does remind me that each story does matter — not just the ones we read, but the ones we dare to tell and it’s pushed me to step more boldly into my identity as an author.
This year, I’m stretching further and stepping even deeper into my author era.
I’m currently working on a collection of poems that will be released this summer/fall. Poetry has always been my escape — a place where I turn my emotion into language and language to clarity, capturing the moments that don’t fit neatly into conversation, the feelings that linger long after the day ends. This collection is inspired by people close to me and everything around me: the people I meet, the moments that stay on, the fictional past that shaped my imagination, and the future I dream into existence. I write from memory and possibility, from truth and invention, heartbreak and healing, and from the quiet corners of life that often go unnoticed. This collection is mostly tender, honest, and deeply personal, and I can’t wait to share it with you.
And because creativity rarely waits politely for its turn, I’m also writing my next book, set for release this fall. It’s still unfolding, still teaching me what it wants to be. But I know it carries the themes that follow me everywhere: healing, resilience, longing, transformation, and the courage it takes to become who you are meant to be.
As I grow into this new chapter, I’m learning to be more present on social media — not just to promote my work, but to connect. To share the behind the scenes moments, the messy drafts, the small victories, the sparks of inspiration, and the lessons I’m gathering along the way. I want my readers to see not just the finished books, but the journey behind them — the human process, the creative rhythm, the heart that beats beneath every page.
If you’re reading this, thank you. Thank you for supporting my words, my voice, and this unfolding path. Thank you for walking with me as I balance science and story, healing and imagination, the world as it is and the world as it could be.
Here’s to the poems that heal. Here’s to the stories that shape us. Here’s to the journey ahead — and to all of us becoming more of ourselves. Here’s to the chapters still unwritten — and to the courage to write them.
