Shubhangi is a soul stitched together with melodies, moonlight, and memories. She writes not to impress, but to feel when the world grows too quiet or too loud. Drawn to the hush of night drives, the gold of fading sunsets, and the stillness of the moon above, she finds meaning in in-between moments. Cold coffee in hand and silver rings circling her fingers, she captures emotions like snapshots raw, real, and unedited. Not a writer by definition, but by instinct, she lets her heart hold the pen and her silences speak. Somewhere between chaos and peace.
Mental Health
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