In 2022, I embarked on the literary journey of a lifetime.

What started as a quiet dream, a hidden love for poetry, storytelling, and the written word, gradually took shape. Amid the rhythms of work and family commitments, I kept returning to the page. Stealing moments before dawn or late into the peaceful night, I wrote. I rewrote. I paused. I listened. This manuscript has lived many lives, changing form, voice, and purpose, until it finally arrived. Whole. Ready to come alive in the hands of others.

But this journey didn’t start in 2022.
It began a long time ago, in the warmth of childhood, when my father introduced me to quiet reading moments. I still remember the gentle turning of pages, the birds chirping at the window, and his steady presence beside me. In those sacred silences, he gifted me the power of words and the vast, hidden world of imagination.

That world became my refuge. A place I returned to during times of pain, longing, or reflection. Writing became more than mere expression; it became a healing space, a realm of becoming.

Now, with the manuscript complete, I’m ready to share it.
Not just the story within, but the soul behind it.