It’s strange how the smallest rituals betray us. The way someone holds a cup, the speed they stir sugar, the little pause before that first sip. Coffee isn’t just caffeine. It’s a confession in liquid form. Every order is a…
There’s a moment, usually right before a song starts, when you can feel the season you’re in. You don’t even need to look outside the first few chords to tell you if it’s spring or December, if you’re supposed to…
It starts the same way every week.That slow, sinking feeling around 7:42 p.m. when the sun has technically set, but your brain is still somewhere between “lazy Sunday” and “five unread emails from HR.” The air feels heavier. The leftovers…
There’s a moment every renter or new homeowner knows: you unpack the last box, drop onto the couch (or the floor, because the couch hasn’t arrived), and realise the room feels… undecided. Like it’s waiting for you to choose a…
The Aisles We Wander, The Lives We Lead You can tell a lot about a person by how they move through a grocery store. Some float. Some hunt. Some treat it like a meditation; others, like a mission. The truth…
Scene One: The Breakup Nobody Scripted Imagine this. A rain-smeared window, your favourite mug left on their counter, that song you both claimed first. It’s not dramatic, not even messy. Just human. You scroll through old photos, laugh at one,…
The first time someone texts you “I don’t really do labels,” a small spark goes off in your brain. Not the cautious one. The cinematic one. Suddenly it’s not avoidance, it’s mystery. Not distance independence. You start to picture yourself…
It’s 1 a.m. You’re scrolling again. Not for closure. Not for curiosity. Just… because. That tiny flick of the thumb, half-resentful, half-nostalgic, looking for a sign they still exist in your digital orbit. And then you see their story. A…
It’s a strange truth: the way you build your sandwich at Subway says more about your emotional landscape than your zodiac sign ever could. Watch someone at the counter, the speed of their choices, the panic when asked “cheese or…