In the midst of Memphis’ rich musical history, vibrant streets, and soulful blues, loss lingered like a shadow. From touring Elvis’ mansion to sharing late-night bourbon with my dad, this journey became less about seeing the city and more about confronting the weight of two great losses. Read on for a raw reflection on family, survival, and finding light in the darkest moments.

Memphis was supposed to be a fresh start—an adventure to celebrate turning 30. Instead, it became a trip overshadowed by loss. In this deeply personal reflection, I navigate grief, family, and the weight of memories against the backdrop of a city rich in music and history. From Graceland to the Mississippi River, this journey was less about travel and more about finding meaning in the midst of sorrow. Read on for a story of resilience, connection, and the unexpected ways places can hold our pain and healing.

Kolkata is a city of contrasts—overwhelming yet beautiful, chaotic yet deeply soulful. In the thick humidity and relentless noise, I found moments of pure connection: the shop owners who welcomed us like old friends, the children who beamed at their hand-drawn portraits, the strangers who offered chai and warmth without hesitation. It wasn’t always comfortable, but that’s where the magic of travel happens—beyond the ease of home, in the space where discomfort gives way to understanding.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been drawn to storytelling—the way words create connection and give voice to what we feel but can’t always say. I spent much of my young adult life travelling and documenting my experiences through writing. But when I suffered a profound loss at 23, everything stopped. For years, I buried my passion beneath survival, trying to build a safe, conventional life. Yet something kept pulling me back—to the road, to writing, to the dreams I once abandoned. Now, I’m here, rediscovering my voice and sharing stories of travel, personal growth, and inspiration.