List five things you do for fun.
Fun, for me, is never planned.
It finds me quietly,
like a soft tap on the shoulder
when the heart feels light
and time forgets how to rush.
These are the five small ways
I find my way back to joy.
1. Illustrating (Fashion Illustration)
Fashion illustration is where my imagination learns to dress itself.
Flowing silhouettes, whisper-soft fabrics, intricate details
this is where elegance and emotion meet.
Some days I draw gowns that feel like unfinished dreams.
Some days, lehengas that carry stories in their folds.
Every line is intentional.
Every colour holds a mood.
For me, fashion illustration isn’t about trends or perfection.
It’s about translating feeling into fabric,
and letting creativity walk, twirl,
and breathe on paper.
2. Writing
Writing is my favourite kind of play.
I collect thoughts the way some people collect souvenirs
small moments, half-felt emotions, quiet observations.
When I write, I’m not trying to impress or polish myself.
I’m simply being honest.
And somehow, that honesty feels like freedom
and freedom feels like fun.
“Some thoughts don’t come as words… they arrive as quiet feelings on paper.” ✨🤍
3. Listening to Old Songs
Old songs feel like old friends.
They don’t rush me.
They don’t demand attention.
They sit beside me quietly,
humming memories,
stirring emotions I didn’t know were waiting.
Sometimes I smile.
Sometimes I fall silent.
Both feel perfectly right.
4. Crocheting
Crocheting teaches the world to slow down.
One stitch, then another
a soft rhythm my hands understand
even when my mind needs rest.
Watching yarn turn into something real
feels playful and comforting,
a gentle reminder that patience
can be beautiful.
5. Visiting New Places
I love visiting new places,
even the ones close to home.
Every place has its own mood,
its own stories,
its own kind of silence.
Walking unfamiliar streets excites me
like opening a new page I haven’t read yet.
I always return with photographs, memories,
and feelings I know will someday
find their way into my writing.
Fun doesn’t always arrive loudly.
Sometimes it looks like colours,
words,
music,
yarn,
and quiet journeys.
And honestly
if my days are filled with these small joys,
I already feel lucky. 🤍
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