Lifelines

I would say, “I am not fully mature though hitting fifty. Total gains and losses over the years are a marriage, two grown-up ladies, a divorce and a few encounters here and there. I am yet to distinguish which of these were losses and which were gains.

I am a reflection of my feelings, mood, and surroundings. Some moments, I revel in life, dancing to loud music and speeding down the road. Other times, I am cautious, reserved, even dull—all within the same day.

I have often seen myself more as a wife than a mother in the roles I’ve taken on throughout my life. Meticulously tidy and organized, yet I still wonder—has this made me better or simply different from the messy ones? Has it even improved my life at all? Who knows?

I have spent most of my life teaching literature—a job I’ve always hated, yet somehow loved. I must admit, despite its relentless demands and endless paperwork, it remains deeply rewarding, especially within the classroom—our little kingdom—where real learning happens. But lately, I hesitate to say, “I’m a teacher.” The reasons are obvious: the low pay, the dwindling appreciation, and the unsettling reality that AI is slowly taking over. And yet, despite it all, I can’t deny the magic of shaping minds, of sharing stories that outlive both technology and time.

There has always been a time in my life when I sat down to pour my thoughts, experiences, and dreams—both waking and sleeping—onto paper. Writing has been more than an outlet; it’s a passion, a refuge, a way to make sense of the world and my place in it. Whether crafting stories, reflecting on life, or simply letting words flow, I find solace in the rhythm of writing—where thoughts take shape, emotions find clarity, and imagination knows no bounds.

For years, I have shared glimpses of my words—reading them to my daughters and students, posting them as fleeting statuses—but now, I feel it’s time to share them more meaningfully. Writing is no longer just a private sanctuary; it has become a bridge to others. The idea of writing and sharing has grown into a fascination—an opportunity to hear the echoes of my words in the thoughts of friends, colleagues, and even strangers. It is no longer just about me; it is about us—those who choose to join in this exchange of stories, experiences, and even wounds that words can help heal.

You won’t find details about my life here—no degrees, no places I’ve lived, no favorite destinations. Instead, through my writing and your responses, we will connect on a deeper, more meaningful level—one that goes beyond credentials and locations. As we share stories, thoughts, and experiences, we will come to know each other in the most human way possible.

Let’s connect in a world where genuine human interaction is fading, replaced by curated images of beauty, fashion, travel, and food. Let’s go beyond the surface—beyond trends and fleeting aesthetics—to share real thoughts, raw emotions, and untold stories. In a time when conversation is often reduced to appearances, let’s rediscover the power of words, the depth of human experience, and the connections that truly matter.