Category: Family Quilt

I never asked to be anyone’s role model. Especially not hers. From the beginning, it was always unspoken—this expectation that I’d be there, that I’d know better, that I’d lead. But I was just a kid too. Only a few years older, barely figuring out how to keep my own head above water. And yet,…

People often say happiness is something big, loud, and sparkling. But for me, it’s always found in the quiet moments. I wake up to the soft rustle of my mom watering her plants, humming a song she probably made up on the spot. The smell of breakfast sneaks through the hallway, and I know the…

Some pieces are soft— like Mama’s old sari, faded at the edges but still smelling of cardamom and rain. I sewed that at first, because love should always go to the center. She held me through exam stress, heartbreak, and the silence of being the only daughter in a house that echoes louder for boys.…

Everyone thinks I’m lucky. Born into wealth, legacy, power. The “golden boy” of a business empire that spans cities, continents, boardrooms, that I’ve never even stepped into. From the outside, my life is a dream—designer suits, private schools, first-class flights. A future already paved in marble. But they don’t see the cost.They don’t see me.…

People think I have everything.　I live in a private dorm that feels more like a suite in a five-star hotel—glass windows, smart lights, a walk-in closet full of expensive clothes I barely wear. My tuition is paid in full, my car’s always polished, and I carry the latest phone before most people even know it’s…