Colorful Status, Black and White Life

There is a question that arrives late at night, after the screens have gone dark: *Did I actually live today, or did I merely display it?* This essay reflects on the quiet exhaustion of the curated life, the arithmetic of comparison that was never fair to begin with, and a mended sari that taught me something my mother had always known: the cracks were never meant to be hidden. The post Colorful…