Hey there, I'm Puspa.
If you find yourself reading this, consider it a warm welcome to the unwritten chapters of my life – things I probably wouldn’t spill over coffee (unless we’re already close or I’m sleep-deprived). I’m a ’90s kid trying to make sense of my thoughts through writing. Sometimes it gets a bit too personal (and makes you think, "ew you shouldn't really write it here."), a little too reflective, or maybe even a little too much. That’s okay—I write for me first, and whoever stumbles in, second.
These stories are mostly love letters to my future self, my husband, and inshaAllah, our future little ones. By day, I navigate the corporate world. By night (and in between), I’m a self-proclaimed domestic witch: cooking, baking, sewing, journaling, and occasionally, writing something that feels like magic.
It’s a juggling act—corporate by day, homegrown chaos by night—with creativity tucked in the margins. Messy? Sure. But joy lives here.
And hey, here's a head up– my brain occasionally wanders off in translation limbo, leading to a linguistic mashup. So, buckle up for a delightful rollercoaster where words in Bahasa Indonesia, English, and a touch of both collide in a linguistic spectacle. Not to be cute—just how I think.
Thanks for stopping by. Hope something here stays with you, even just a sentence or two.
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