Writing has always been my way of making sense of the world, butt after losing my son, it became  something more -  it became a way to remember, to grieve, and  to heal. My poetry collection, Vilomah, was written in the wake of that loss, an attempt to put words to the unspeakable and to reach others who know this kind of pain.

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Loss changes everything, and grief can be an isolating place. But, I believe in the power of words to connect us, to make us feel seen, and  to remind us that we don't walk this path alone. If my writing can bring even the smallest sense of comfort to someone else, then it has done what it was meant to do.

 

When I'm not writing, I find peace in the night sky, in dragonflies and in the small moments that remind me love never really leaves us.