Have you ever been paralyzed by the loss of a loved one?

November brought silence I didn’t know how to hold. My dear friend —the one who held my deepest truths —was gone.

She had a heart wide enough to hold the world. And in her presence, I always felt like I belonged to something sacred.

Her absence arrived like a sudden winter. And months later, I found myself unraveling —my breath tight, my body trembling, my spirit adrift.

At first, I didn’t know why. And then it came to me. It was fear. Ancient and aching.

Fear of more loss. Fear of death and distance. Fear of love disappearing like a dream upon waking.

But my soul whispered —Feel it. Face it. Don’t run this time.

Feeling My Fear, Feeling My Narratives

So I did. I began writing. Painting. Telling stories that once lived only in the shadow.

A friend once told me over a smoky bar table in Mumbai: "Our stories need to breathe. They are bridges, not burdens."

And I remembered — this is what I teach. That stories heal.

That’s why I created World Community Connect —a home for stories unspoken, a haven for hearts still learning how to share.

Loss carved me. But it also opened me.

Now, I paint what words cannot say. And with every brushstroke, I feel her near.

Love That Echoes Beyond the Body

The whole period of experiencing loss, anxiety, loneliness, and grieving opened the gate for healing, creating, and putting the pieces and fragments of these experiences into paintings and other visual narratives.

I will keep sharing this piece by piece while revealing the ways this creative work has been profoundly changing my entire life.