Those Warm Fuzzy Dreams




Writer


Dearest Reader,
I invite you to join me on a new journey—one that takes us back to the days of heartfelt, handwritten letters. Starting today, I will be writing letters to you, just like in the good old times.
While I’m grateful for the comforts of the modern day and age, I often find myself longing for the slow and simple pleasures of the past. Perhaps you feel this way too? Letter writing is one such treasured tradition—a time when people would sit down with pen and paper, taking a moment to compose their thoughts and pour their hearts out. How endearing it must have been to take time out just to do this one activity.
Oh and the personal touch that handwriting lends to these letters, makes them even more special! And how delightful it must have been to receive a letter perfumed by a loved one’s favorite scent! While I cannot add fragrance to my letters, I’ll do my best to recreate the warmth and sincerity of letter writing in this digital age.
In these letters, I’ll share my thoughts, stories, and reflections—sometimes lighthearted, other times more contemplative. But always dear reader, they’ll be written with you in mind, as a way for us to connect on a deeper level.
I hope my letters will bring you comfort, spark your imagination, and perhaps even offer a little escape from the routine of life.
What would make this journey even more special is if you joined me in this lost art of letter writing. I’d love to hear from you! Share your daydreams and stories with me at nuraine.sadaf@gmail.com or share your thoughts in the comments.
Let’s bring a little bit of the past into our present, one letter at a time.
Yours lovingly,
Nuraine Sadaf
My Substack publication: https://open.substack.com/pub/nuraine/p/letter-1-082424?r=1r1cfn&utm_medium=ios
Leave no room for negative self-talk. Be your own greatest cheerleader, because if you don’t stand up for yourself, no one else will.
These words aren’t new to us—we’ve seen this advice before. But how often do we truly absorb it, let alone act on it? The way we speak to ourselves in our minds shapes our reality. What we believe is what we become.
Have a lovely day, fellow readers! I’d love to hear from you—how do you talk to yourself? Share your thoughts in the comments below! 🙂
Reading a book without knowing what it’s about is the best feeling. Just a few lines in, and you’ll know if you’ll go on a journey with it or not. With this one, I’m shocked beyond belief. What a book! I don’t know where it’s going to take me, but I’m in for a ride. Let’s go, Ministry of Time! #thrilled #excited

I picked up this book while browsing a bookstore at an airport. I was flying from one home to another, in a phase of my life where I was questioning and doubting my past and future. While flipping through the pages, I discovered that Lilly Singh and I share a mutual friend named Anxiety Singh. That was it—I knew I had to buy this book. I got super excited and quickly read as much as I wanted right there at the airport, but thankfully, I decided not to rush. I wanted to give this book the time it rightfully deserved because I truly do want to be a triangle.
Continue reading “How to be a Triangle by Lilly Singh”Pursuing hobbies and passions for their own sake can be deeply fulfilling. Not everything needs to be turned into a business or monetized. Enjoying and continuing with something you love be it knitting, dancing, writing, sketching, or gaming, can bring joy, relaxation, and personal satisfaction, regardless of its commercial success.
Sending pink flowers and pink love your way. Happy day! 🌸🩷

In a Korean show, there was a line that truly resonated with me:
“Look at objects and emotions, carefully, and with love.”
So simple, yet so beautiful! If we shift our perspective towards problems, then we can treat them tenderly. This way we can figure out what is it that the situation is teaching us and how it can help us grow into better people.
It’s all about how we embrace the challenges of life—with a smile or a frown.

She looked at herself in the mirror,
blew a flying kiss and smiled,
As she would at a lover’s sight.
