Why I began writing?
I write because words have always been my truest escape—a place where thoughts find their voice, where emotions untangle themselves into poetry, and where stories breathe beyond the confines of my mind.
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Why writing is so calming for me?
Writing started as a quiet companion, a safe space when the world felt too loud. It was never just about ink on paper or letters on a screen—it was about translating the intangible. The thoughts I couldn’t say aloud, the emotions that felt too heavy to carry, they found their place between the lines.
How it all started
I took my pen and started writing…
Poetry became my rhythm. It allows me to capture fleeting moments, to turn chaos into something beautiful, and to find meaning in the everyday. Each verse is a fragment of me—raw, unfiltered, and deeply human.
Blogs, on the other hand, are my conversation with the world. They help me explore, question, and connect. Whether it’s a reflection, an observation, or a story, writing blogs lets me bridge the gap between my thoughts and the world outside.
I write because words have power.
I write because some stories deserve to be told.
I write because in a world that moves too fast, writing is my way of slowing down, of making sense of it all.
And maybe, just maybe, my words will resonate with someone else—help them feel seen, understood, or inspired. That is why I write.
How it all started
I took my pen and started writing…
Poetry became my rhythm. It allows me to capture fleeting moments,
to turn chaos into something beautiful, and to find meaning in the everyday.
Each verse is a fragment of me—raw, unfiltered, and deeply human.
Blogs, on the other hand, are my conversation with the world.
They help me explore, question, and connect.
Whether it’s a reflection, an observation, or a story, writing blogs
lets me bridge the gap between my thoughts and the world outside.
I write because words have power.
I write because some stories deserve to be told.
I write because in a world that moves too fast, writing is my way
of slowing down, of making sense of it all.
And maybe, just maybe, my words will resonate with someone else
—help them feel seen, understood, or inspired. That is why I write.
For the longest time, I held my words close—scribbled in notebooks, hidden between margins, whispered only to myself. I never had the courage to share them with the world. What if they weren’t good enough? What if they didn’t resonate?
But today, I let go of the fear. Today, I set my words free.
These poems, these stories—they are fragments of me, woven from emotions too deep to say aloud and moments too fleeting to let slip away. And now, they stand before you, raw and unfiltered.
I hope they speak to you. I hope they stir something within—memories, dreams, or even just a quiet understanding.
This is a new beginning, not just for my words but for the courage to share them. And if even one line finds a home in your heart, then this journey is already worth it.
Why I Love traveling
I love traveling because it opens my soul to new stories, colors, and cultures, making every journey a chapter in my own adventure. It’s in the whispers of the ocean, the charm of unknown streets, and the warmth of strangers that I find myself. Traveling isn’t just about places—it’s about the pieces of me I discover along the way.
About me..
I’m Kannika Shembekar, a storyteller at heart and a dreamer in motion. Born from the rich, contrasting cultures of Kashmir and Mangalore, yet shaped by the rhythm of Maharashtra, I carry the essence of diversity in my soul. From spicy vada pav to idli vada, from bustling city streets to serene landscapes—I embrace it all, just as I embrace the beauty of life’s endless stories.
For a long time, I kept my words to myself. But today, I’m sharing them with you. I hope they speak to you, inspire you, or simply make you feel something.
Welcome to my world of words.
Personal Stories You Will Never Forget
The history of a place comes to life when experienced through the eyes of a local, immersing yourself in their stories, traditions, and way of life. Every street, every corner holds a lesson—one that can only be truly understood by living it, not just learning about it.