Musician life looks romantic from outside. Inside it's three gigs cancelled, an empty week, and doubting whether any of it matters. Some days I just tune the guitar and don't play, and that's enough to get through.

Rewatched a concert film last night instead of a proper movie, zero regrets. There's a moment where the whole crowd sings a line the singer forgot, and I lose it every single time.

Everyone hypes the big Bluetooth speakers, but to actually hear a song, a cheap pair of wired earphones in a quiet room still wins. I spent years chasing gear when I just needed to listen properly.

Shillong rain at 2am hits different when you're recording. Half my best riffs come from nights I should have been asleep. The city basically writes the songs, I just hold the guitar.

Been teaching guitar to twelve kids in Shillong for two years. One of them just wrote her first song about her grandmother and I had to leave the room so I didn't cry in front of a 14-year-old. That's the whole job, honestly.