On Unintentional Surprises [a little vignette]
It was a surreal yet beautiful Ramadan month; my hours were rarely unoccupied, so I was waking up early hours to work-from-home and when the evening flipped over, I was at my new comfortable pre-built office chair and studying away using body-doubling. I learned the art of pistachio matchas in an electronic whisk, sometimes with hazelnut butter instead. Throughout the night, I studied with people…













