Every time I speak to you, there is a bloom of bliss; you awaken quiet gardens within my soul and offer me a bunch of light pink petals that comfort my inner wounds. I recognise that gradually you are becoming a gentle ritual of my heart, belonging to a chapter my heart had long closed. Watching it quietly come alive again is like unfolding a light-soaked forest for me, where patches of golden light become a gentle balm soothing every restless part of my soul. ~Zara
Hailing from the heart of Islamabad, she is an International Relations scholar, a passionate writer, and a devoted blogger. Addicted to wonder and utterly captivated by words, writing flows through her like a force of nature, effortless, inevitable, and boundless. For her, every sentence is an exploration, every story a world waiting to be unveiled.