An open book by candlelight
Writer · Poet

Ruby

a writer of ordinary life

Finding the extraordinary in ordinary days — through memoir, meditation, and verse.

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I write about ordinary life — the small, unremarkable days most of us live and rarely stop to notice: the cup of tea going cold, the walk home, the quiet ache of becoming someone new. My work goes looking for the meaning hidden inside the mundane, and tries to say it plainly.

Start here · a short letter

Where to? To nowhere.

People sometimes ask me where I’m headed. The honest answer took me years to say out loud: nowhere.

For most of my life I lived like a woman on her way somewhere. Every stage was a waiting room for the next, and every milestone came with the same quiet promise — this is where it finally gets better.

Then I reached a goal I had chased for a long time. People congratulated me and moved on. My to-do list was still there. Life simply went on, the way it always had.

That was the day I stopped asking where I was going, and started asking whether I could be here instead.

Now I aim for smaller destinations — ones I can reach by tonight. At the end of the day I stop and praise myself a little. I notice what I learnt. I feel grateful to be alive and well in so many unknowns. And I remember to smile.

“Nowhere” isn’t giving up. It’s the first time I’ve actually arrived.

— Ruby
Works in progress · a taste of the writing

What I’m writing

Non-fiction · On living

A Middle Class Monk

In progress
“There was silence, and then there wasn’t.”
“The power of understanding myself has been the biggest armor of my life.”
A grounded, grown-up look at how to live a peaceful life in the here and now — on desire, contentment, and the quiet art of reaching nowhere.
Also writing
Poetry · Love & becoming

Bruised & Blooming

In progress
“I got my heart inked — with your soul.”
“It was your reflection that shone brightly at night — not the moon.”
“A girl — befuddled and beautiful, broken and bold.”
Poems for a woman in her twenties — falling in love, coming apart, and growing back. Tender, unguarded, and honest about the mess of becoming.
Poetry in Hindi · The heart & the world

Ek Dil Anek Duniya

Meri Kalam Se

In progress
“Hum andar se behaal, aur baahar se bemisaal lage.”
“Tum bhi kis naam ke musaafir — jo darr gaye udi ek chhoti si dhool se.
Kehte ho ki tum ho anjaan raaston ke raahi — kya bana gaye har raaste pe apna ghar, phir kisi bhool se?”
One heart, many worlds — poems in Hindi about love, friendship, work, and a woman’s wish to live on her own terms. Between what we long for and what life brings.
Soft hands writing in a notebook beside a floral mug, in warm low light
The writer

Before they were books, they were notebooks.

Kept late at night, on slow mornings, and on the days that didn’t go to plan — by someone slowly learning to live here, instead of somewhere next.

Read my story →

— Ruby
A letter, when it’s ready

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A Middle Class Monk is still being written. Leave your email and I’ll send you the first chapter the day it’s ready — before anyone else.

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