Ink, Hills & the Stillness Between Storms

 Hey Nakama, 

It’s been six days since my last blog.

No, I didn’t disappear.

I just… paused.

A real pause—no design, no sketching, no anime or K-dramas—just the sound of tires on long roads and wind rushing through the hills.

 

I travelled.

From Bangalore to Coimbatore.

To Coonoor. To Ooty. To Kodanad.

Trying to breathe again. Trying to loosen the knots in my mind with misty mountain air.

 

And somewhere between the silence of the trees and the chaos of the city,

I got inked—twice.

The pain still burns. I can barely sit, stand, or walk without wincing…

but hey, pain is proof of change, right?

 

 

 

Professionally, I stayed grounded.

Handled what I could.

Kept the wheels moving—even if my heart felt still like untouched lake water.

No inspiration.

No art.

Just stillness.

 

And for once, I’m not mad about it.

 

 

 

Post-Trip Reflections:

[ Tattoos: 2 | Regrets: 0 | Pain: 💯 ]

[ CEO Status: Stationary, but present ]

[ Mood: Stuck… but slowly sinking into peace ]

[ Next Move: Let the silence speak until the spark returns ]