Somewhere between designing curricula, mentoring children, and creating workshops, the first anniversary of The Write Compass quietly slipped past me. Maybe that’s what happens when you’re finally doing work that feels like flow — time stops needing to be measured. A year ago, I took a leap of faith I wasn’t sure I was ready for, much like the first time I was pushed into the deep end of a swimming pool as a child. I kicked, splashed, panicked… and then found my rhythm. That’s what this year has been — learning to swim in new waters, and realising I’m exactly where I need to be.

A reset in the hills was long overdue. Lansdowne welcomed us with the kind of quiet our urban minds had been craving. Mountain Homes, tucked gently into Asankhet Village, felt like a place that understood slowness. Wooden cottage, morning chai with mountain views, our daughter reading books, and our golden retriever playing in the garden, everything felt beautifully unhurried. With no laptop and no rush, we slipped into a soft digital detox. Evenings under star‑filled skies, home‑cooked meals, board games, and warm conversations made this stay feel less like a getaway and more like a home that held us gently.