Avinash Tanikella

The city slows down at night, just enough for the echoes of our thoughts to finally become audible. We spend so much time running that we forget to listen to the silence.

Sometimes, a single word can weigh more than an entire chapter. Precision is the ultimate respect for the reader's time.

I found an old notebook today. The ink was fading, but the emotion was still as sharp as a fresh cut. Nostalgia is a strange kind of mirror.