This isn’t a book you finish and feel fixed. It’s the kind you sit with when you don’t know what’s wrong but something in you feels off. When life keeps moving and you don’t know if you’re moving with it or just going through the motions. It’s not dramatic. It’s not loud. It’s just real. About the weight you carry quietly. About the hope you didn’t notice was still with you. Some of it hurts. Some of it softens. Most of it just feels like life. If by any chance this book finds you, I won’t say it’s meant to. But maybe it stayed long enough to say what you couldn’t. Maybe it held something you didn’t know you needed. This book isn’t about being strong. It’s about being real. About being human. About still showing up — even when you're not sure why. That’s enough.
Gratefully, VAHITH