Victor brings out his running shoes. I pretend to go back to sleep as he slams the door behind him almost pausing the river stream outside the window. As paused as the air between us that stood still; ever since we watched love leave the room. Stinging bitterness encircles me as his furious footsteps fade away. Suffocating.

When Clay taught me a thing or two - in Seoul! I had quit my well- established career in Bangalore to relocate to Korea—a significant decision! I knew it would mean a reset and restart for both my life and career.

As a woman in the fashion industry, deeply connected to my culture and roots, I’ve come to realize that color is more than just a visual element. It is a celebration, an emotion, a powerful tool of expression.

That was the day I knew that while I enjoy my time alone, there is absolutely no shame in accepting that I need a person to come back home to. Luckily, my best friend became that one person for me.

This letter is a rant, a vent, some questions, some thoughts, some dark truths, some ugly realities, some positives, some sufferings, some childhood pains, some untold stories — small and big nuisances spread throughout a woman’s day and life.

Those 100 days were pivotal to my life. They gave me a sense of identity beyond being an employee, a mother, a wife, and a daughter.

The one who loved to paint and draw, I was just being myself!