I found myself thinking back to my high school physics classes recently. There was one idea that stuck with me more than I expected: Newton’s First Law of Motion. Back then, it felt like just another formula to memorise. But as I have grown older, I have started seeing parts of my life inside that…

 I found myself thinking about time recently—not in terms of hours or years, but in terms of cycles. Not “How much time do I have?” but “How many more times will I get to do the things that matter?” It’s a question that hit me harder than I expected. I realised that when I look back…

I recently recalled the intense, almost unbearable atmosphere of my university examination hall. We used to nickname it “The Titanic”. It was an inside joke, a reflection of the rigid structure and the collective dread. Sitting at those desks, with years of study leading to this moment, it felt less like a test of knowledge…