The Rooms We Carry: Where Memory Meets the Beginning

There are places within us we rarely visit with awareness. Not because they are hidden, but because they are familiar. We call them memories. But memories are not just fragments of the past.They are rooms quiet, sealed spaces within the architecture of our being. Rooms we have entered, lived in, and then gently or sometimesContinue reading “The Rooms We Carry: Where Memory Meets the Beginning”

Between Two Names, I Found Myself

The day I chose my name was the day I began choosing myself: There was a time when I believed a name was just something given to you, something you carry without question, like an inheritance you never chose. Sunita was that name for me.It held my childhood, my family, my fears, my conditioning, myContinue reading “Between Two Names, I Found Myself”