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When your child is your teacher

William Wordsworth wrote - π“π‘πž 𝐜𝐑𝐒π₯𝐝 𝐒𝐬 𝐭𝐑𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐑𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐑𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 or π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘‘ 𝑖𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘›, would be more appropriate in my case πŸ˜„. When I watched π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ πΌπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘› πΏπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘¦ years ago, one thing stayed with me: despite all her strength and conviction, Margaret Thatcher was advised to undergo voice coaching—something that ultimately supported her rise to the top of her political career.

Unmuted – Episode 3: Kindness, Quiet Lives, and the People Who Showed Up

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🎧 Listen to the Podcast Episode Before you read further, you may want to listen to  Episode 1 of  Unmuted  — a spoken version of this story, shared in my own voice. πŸŽ™️  Listen on Spotify:   This post expands on the reflections shared in the episode and offers space to pause, read, and return whenever you need quiet company.

A gentle goodbye to 2025

  2025 has been a year of personal revelation and reconciliation for me. After years of struggling with anxiety, I finally had clarity about my truths. It all started some years ago when I decided to follow the path of making conscious choices only. One such conscious choice that took shape this year led me to face my most inconspicuous battle. My speech difficulty in challenging environments. Speech anxiety or, as they call it, now, +**selective mutism. It was always there, so open yet so hidden. As they say, no wins without failures.

πŸŽ™️ EPISODE 2 : I Thought I Was an Introvert — Then I Learned the Name for My Silence

Labels, Silence, and the Story I Was Telling Myself Before you read further, you may want to listen to Episode 2 of Unmuted —   I Thought I Was an Introvert — Then I Learned the Name for My Silence πŸŽ™️ Listen on Spotify:  This post expands on the reflections shared in the episode and offers space to pause, read, and return whenever you need quiet company. For a long time, I believed my silence had already been explained. Quiet. Shy. Introvert. These words followed me everywhere—spoken gently by some, casually by others. Over time, they settled into my identity, shaping how people saw me and how I learned to see myself. It wasn’t until much later that I realised something important: The label I accepted wasn’t wrong. It just wasn’t complete. And that incompleteness mattered more than I understood. How Labels Shape Us—Quietly Whether we like it or not, we grow up surrounded by labels. Some are familiar: The confident one The emotional one The difficult child The introvert T...

Unmuted: A Quiet Story About Mental Health, Silence, and Finding One’s Voice

🎧 Listen to the Podcast Episode Before you read further, you may want to listen to Episode 1 of Unmuted — a spoken version of this story, shared in my own voice. πŸŽ™️ Listen on Spotify: This post expands on the reflections shared in the episode and offers space to pause, read, and return whenever you need quiet company.

Welcome to the New Soulful — A Gentle Beginning

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Hello beautiful souls, Welcome to a new chapter of Soulful , a space that has held bits of my journey over the years — scattered reflections, thoughts, and emotions shared whenever life allowed me to. Until now, this blog was a quiet corner for my random posts. Today, it becomes something more intentional… something closer to my heart.

πŸ’­ “How does it feel to be the only non-white person in the group?”

Sometimes, the most powerful leadership lesson doesn’t come from a keynote — but from one awkward, honest question asked with kindness. I was excited to attend  Leadership School 2025 with the Ministry of Justice, it was a unique experience that I looked forward to attending in person for a long time. During a session led by  Sam Conniff , we were asked to “ask an awkward question to your neighbour.” My group facilitator, Mark Buttanshaw , turned to me and asked, gently: “How does it feel to be the only non-white person in the group?” He seemed to sense a quiet discomfort I hadn’t yet recognised in myself. So, it took me a few moments to even process what he meant. I had noticed my own minority presence and the striking majority in the room, but in my group, I just saw people — their energy — and my own. Only after he asked did I realise that yes… I was the only brown person in that small circle. When I asked him in return how he felt about it, Mark said...