The Writing Space
This section will be a home to gather longer works including essays, books, workbooks and reflective writing projects currently in development. Some of these works will be shared gradually as they take shape.
Love, Loss, and Life Lessons
A forthcoming book
Over time I began to notice that many of the most meaningful moments in life gather around a few simple but profound experiences: the presence of love, the reality of loss, and the understanding that gradually grows from both.
This book is a collection of reflections drawn from those experiences. Some pieces explore the quiet strength of relationships, others sit with the difficult truths that accompany grief and separation, and many consider the lessons that emerge slowly as life unfolds.
Together they form an exploration of how love shapes us, how loss changes us, and how reflection allows those experiences to become sources of insight rather than only memory.
The passages below offer a small glimpse into this work in progress.
Forthcoming Excerpts:
Always You
Love
It has been many years, and yet that deep longing for your presence has not waned. Sometimes when I sit in silence it all comes back to me. I feel your presence as though you are still sitting beside me — my best friend and ally.
I remember my life with you and the awe I held for your strength. I once believed that strength belonged entirely to you. Only later did I realise that some of it had quietly taken root within me too. Perhaps you gave it to me without either of us naming it. You were my hero. My everything.
When you were gone, I spent many years searching quietly for your presence without admitting it to myself. I missed you more deeply than I could allow. The truth felt too heavy to hold, so I placed it somewhere at the back of my mind.
Now, in this stage of midlife, I understand something simple. When I search for where my strength began, my mind returns to you. It was you.
It has always been you.
– From Love, Loss and Life Lessons
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Peace with Imperfection
Loss
Recently I found myself reflecting on a recurring dream about an eyesight test. The dream itself was not dramatic — just ordinary. Yet it stayed with me long enough for a simple truth to surface.
My glasses needed replacing. What had once been a small inconvenience had slowly worsened until one of the lenses slipped from its frame. They could no longer be repaired.
Across the breakfast table you spoke about travel plans and new business opportunities. I let your words fill the space between us. Where I once spoke easily, I had learned to economise. Silence had gradually become the easier language.
Then I remembered something from the dream. You were always out of focus. You leaned closer, laughing about my eyesight. “Can you see me now?” you asked. I nodded. My near vision was still intact. It was the distance I struggled with.
Later, when the house was quiet again, I called the optician. My glasses could no longer wait. For the first time I realised something else clearly. I had lived with imperfect vision for a long time.
Now I was ready to see properly.
– From Love, Loss and Life Lessons
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Integration – The Self
Life Lessons
I am sitting on my own, the house quiet in the way it only becomes when the past is no longer noisy. Around me are photographs — some recent, some decades old — placed without ceremony. Faces from different seasons of my life look back without asking anything of me.
In front of me lies a letter half-written. Legal language asking for clarity where life never offered it. I pause often, not because I am unsure what to say, but because memory keeps arriving quietly beside me.
The photographs do not pull me backwards. They simply sit there. One image holds a version of myself that once felt fragile. Now she just looks young.
I used to think adulthood arrived suddenly. Now I see it had been forming quietly inside me for years. For the first time I am not choosing between who I was and who I am becoming.
I am sitting among all of it. Past, present, and future sharing the same table. For now, that is enough. A life no longer divided.
It already makes sense.
– From Love, Loss and Life Lessons
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Shabnam Khan 