Stores Compass

I never thought much about socks. They were a mundane accessory, functional and forgettable, easily ignored unless they slipped down my ankle or peeked awkwardly from under a pant leg. Then one morning, in the scatter of getting dressed for a hurried day, I grabbed two socks that clearly didn’t belong together: one deep forest […]

It began almost by accident. One night, I picked up a book from my shelf—one of those titles that had been sitting there for months, collecting a thin film of dust like an abandoned artifact—and instead of silently skimming the first chapter, I let the words spill out of my mouth. The sound startled me. […]

It started with a dare I gave myself on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I was sipping tea that I had absentmindedly sweetened with honey, when the thought crept in: what would a week without sugar look like? The moment felt mischievous, almost rebellious—like sneaking out of your own house just to see if you can. […]

I have always thought of sleep as a ritual, but not always a graceful one. Some nights it feels like drifting into water, easy and fluid, while other nights it’s like trying to enter a locked house without the key. The night I found myself tearing off my bed sheets at 3 a.m. belonged to […]

There are certain household chores I usually avoid until they become impossible to ignore. Cleaning the windows sits at the top of that list. Most of the time, I pretend the glass is fine, that the faint smudges and streaks are just tricks of the light. But one afternoon, as the sun hit the panes […]

It started on a rainy Sunday, the kind of day when the sky feels like wet cement and time slows down to a drip. Normally, a day like this would tempt me into endless scrolling or half-heartedly reorganizing my closet. Instead, I pulled out a dusty box of board games that had been quietly hibernating […]