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There are countless poems written by timeless poets and writers over the course of human history that often use the seasons of the Earth as metaphors for the different phases and ups and downs of human life. Winter, with its abysses of ice and falling snow, its spine-chilling winds that can freeze your hands in less than a millisecond is a looking glass for the trials and tribulations that are characteristic of living life as a human on this planet. Spring, in an unsurprising contrast, exists...

Having been in UIC Radio for around 4 months now, I began thinking about what made me first want to start blogging. All the way back during the COVID-19 pandemic, that was the first time I decided to write to a public audience. It was something that I picked as a productive pastime to work on when stuck between four walls for a good one year, and it started out pretty small. My first such post was on Medium, where I wrote about a friendly memory of shooting an Instagram reel with a friend...

Hey guys! Hope you are staying warm and safe right now Chicago :) Last week, on the quietly raging snowy days that made, at least for me, my blanket my refuge over the weekend, there was a tranquil, gentle piece of music- one felt like a whisper that was a lullaby in disguise, which softly played from the faraway keys of a piano which now played through my phone. It's as though I stumble upon most intriguing pieces of music in the most random ways. This song had no lyrics- just individual...