Things I never sent. Things I never said.
My Life, in reverse Life feels like it moves backward. We want something badly, believing it will finally make us whole...
Riding early morning before the city wakes up is therapy. No notifications. No rush. Just road, wind, and thought. Som...
It was one of those Bangalore nights where the city feels quieter than usual. The traffic had died down, street lights ...
I used to build things quietly. No tweets. No blog posts. No demos. But building in public changes how seriously you t...