In monsoon rivers, gharials slice through current.
Jaws lined with needle-teeth flash.
They steer like liquid arrows.
Ancient grace flows quiet.

I use design to bring clarity to confusion.

Wanna say that louder for the people pleasing in the back?

That caption sounds like it came from a journal I forgot I wrote.

Committed to transforming ideas into solutions that inspire progress and innovation.

Reading this felt like being followed by a shadow that knows your secrets

This is a “stare at the ceiling for 20 minutes” kind of line

This light made me miss things I haven’t lost yet.

Creative work is problem-solving in disguise.

Your voice joined the stillness—thank you.

Even the quiet in this post feels like an embrace.

The caption landed like truth that doesn’t demand proof.