A pot of poetry, panic, memories, heartbreaks, healing, and overthinking.

It’s called Headtown Khichdi because that’s what my mind feels like — a simmering mix of everything.
Khichdi, a dish from the Indian subcontinent, blends rice, lentils, and spices into one comforting mess — much like our thoughts. The “head” is where it all begins, and the “khichdi” is how it blends — messy, honest, a little spicy, and sometimes soothing.

So pull up a spoon. You might find yourself in here too 🙂