Some of us find ourselves in the work we do, some in the roads we take, and some in the silence in between.
Shivangi Wadhwa
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Steam, Smiles, and Steady Hands
When I used to visit a temple in the Laban area of Shillong, I would see her almost every day. She sat calmly on a stool outside a chemist shop along the main road, her large steamer placed neatly beside her. As I walked back after my visit, our eyes would meet and she would…
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A Love Letter to Avocado, Cheese, Cracker & the Perfect Drizzle
There are days when food is just fuel. There are days when I crave something fiery and loud, and days when I want something subtle and quiet. And then there are days when I want to eat freely but carefully because living with an autoimmune condition has taught me to listen to my body more…
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Somewhere between Leaving & Arriving
There is a quiet kind of pain in leaving. Not the dramatic kind, not the kind that announces itself. But the kind that sits beside you in unfamiliar rooms, in new streets where your name sounds different, and your memories walk faster than your feet. Moving isn’t just about packing bags or buying tickets. It…