Some losses don’t just break your heart — they rearrange your world.

When my father passed away, nothing felt familiar anymore. Grief has a way of knocking the ground out from under you, and the days that followed were filled with confusion, unexpected battles, and a kind of mayhem I never imagined facing.

In a matter of moments, the life I had known for decades slipped away.

My parents lived with me for more than thirty years. Their presence filled my home, my routines, my sense of belonging. But after my father’s death, everything shifted. I lost him — and then, in ways I hadn’t prepared for, I lost the stability of the life I’d built around my family.

There were days when I didn’t recognize my own world anymore.
Days when grief wasn’t just sadness, but shock.
Days when I kept asking myself, How did everything change so fast?

And yet… in the middle of that darkness, something unexpected happened.

Writing found me.

In the quiet hours — when my thoughts were too heavy to speak aloud — words became a lifeline. A way to breathe. A way to understand what my heart couldn’t say. Each page helped me reclaim a piece of myself, helping me move forward when everything felt shattered.

Secrets That Hold Us was born in that silence.
Threads That Weave Us grew from the same place — from grief, yes, but also from love, memory, and the belief that healing is possible.

Writing didn’t fix the past.
But it gave me a path through it.

If you’ve ever stood in the ruins of the life you thought you’d always have — if you’ve ever had to rebuild from nothing — I hope my stories remind you that you’re not alone. That healing comes in quiet moments. That strength is often born from heartbreak.

Thank you for reading my work, and for walking alongside me in this new chapter of life.
I am deeply grateful.

— Manjula