“Golden slumbers fill your eyes Smiles awake you when you rise…”
“Golden slumbers fill your eyes Smiles awake you when you rise…”
Draped in Mirpur Benarasi ✨ A special creation by Sharmin Rahman from the @noboshako × Sharmin Rahman collaboration. Completely in love with the saree 😍 Jewelry by @gluedtogether.handcrafted.art .
Life gives and takes in its own mysterious ways, but every bit of it has been worth it. It’s been a tremendous journey — one I’ve come to cherish deeply. After so long, I feel alive again, and that’s everything to me.
Life gives and takes in its own mysterious ways, but every bit of it has been worth it. It’s been a tremendous journey — one I’ve come to cherish deeply. After so long, I feel alive again, and that’s everything to me.
It’s my 42nd birthday! What a beautiful journey it has been. After turning 40, life hit me hard — a painful breakup and the turmoil in our country after the July uprising pushed me into a deep depression. It was my illness, yes, but those two moments triggered it intensely. I gained 17 kilos and thought, “That’s it — my life is over.” I felt sick, exhausted, and trapped inside my own body. My knees hurt, my back ached, and a constant cloud of sadness hung over me. Some days, I just stared at the ceiling for hours. Those days were dark. But no — it wasn’t the end of the world. I survived. I always do. Then one day, a phone call came — from a director I had always dreamed of working with. That call changed everything. It brought back my spark, my motivation, my will to fight again. Now, I exercise every day. I feel alive again — and I’m truly having the best time of my life. Because we are human beings, not superheroes. We break, we fall, we fail, we hurt, we heal, we rise — and we survive. So wish me luck — because my 40s have turned out to be the most beautiful chapter of my life so far. I am more mature, calmer, more composed. And most importantly — I love myself deeply.
“The language of loss made me so much older The language of loss made me lose my grip The language of loss made me silent as a newborn child”…
“The language of loss made me so much older The language of loss made me lose my grip The language of loss made me silent as a newborn child”…
