The English Dream
When I left for England, I didn’t take a map—I took dreams woven from the novels of Jane Austen. This is the story of how rainy London and a mint-green bicycle became my hardest, yet most important lesson. It was the moment when naive illusions gave way to adulthood.
The Girl in the Yellow Dress
Today, I am sharing another excerpt from my book with you. I want you to feel comfortable and safe as you listen—step into that moment in time with me for a while.
It’s a story of freedom, the warmth of a mother’s touch, and the sun shining on a meadow. Turn the sound on, close your eyes, and allow yourself a moment of pure bliss. It was these very moments that built within me the need to seek the harmony in life.
I invite you to listen.
Out of Sight
Between the hum of the dishwasher and the scent of burnt grease, I felt a sudden longing for something entirely different. This is a story of a moment when the weight of responsibility and the dust of the kitchen gave way to a dream of black tights and an elegant dress.
Listen to a tale of a brief escape from daily rituals toward one’s own identity. It is these moments – when hands worn by detergents long for the touch of delicate fabric – that remind us of our right to our own joy, which we often hide deep, far out of the sight of others.