Welcome to Kirti’s Signature
A place that I call my own. A place that houses my thoughts and my words. You will feel at home here. So just enter and enjoy.
Kirti
Self proclaimed bibliophile, poet, coffee-lover and a lifelong learner. Books, coffee and music is my definition of a retreat.
My Recent Book
Poetic Pearls – a collection of 75 poems will take you on a wondrous journey of words. The poems written in various poetic styles speak about inspiration, sorrow, love, grief and patriotism. The poet’s observation and inspiration from what she sees around her is reflected in the poems listed. The poems here are a testimony to Edgar Allan Poe ‘s quote – “Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.”
Recent Posts
Why We Romanticize the Past Even When It Hurt Us: Understanding Nostalgia Psychology
Introduction There are songs I cannot listen to casually anymore. Not because they remind me of happy moments. Sometimes they remind me of loneliness, confusion, or years of my life that I was desperate to escape while I was actually living them. Still, when those...
What Watching Your Parents Age Quietly Teaches You About Love, Time, and Life
There is no single moment when you realize your parents are getting older. It happens slowly. Quietly. In pieces. You notice your father reading messages with his phone held farther away from his face. Your mother takes a little longer getting up from the floor after...
Some Goodbyes Happen Without Any Final Conversation: The Quiet Reality of a Silent Goodbye
Most people imagine goodbyes as dramatic things. A final phone call. A long message. Someone standing at a train station trying not to cry. Maybe even anger loud enough to make the ending feel official. But a lot of relationships do not end that way. Sometimes people...
What Late-Night Overthinking Is Really Trying to Tell You About Your Life
Introduction There’s something strangely personal about thoughts that arrive after midnight. During the day, life keeps moving. Notifications appear. Work piles up. Someone needs a reply. There’s always another task waiting nearby. Even silence feels temporary. But...
The Day I Realized Everyone Is Fighting Something Invisible
I used to think people were mostly what they appeared to be. The impatient cashier was rude. The quiet friend was distant. The neighbor who never smiled probably just disliked people. The coworker who kept making mistakes needed to “get it together.” I wasn’t cruel...
The Strange Comfort of Old Bookstores and Rainy Afternoons
Introduction There’s something oddly calming about stepping into an old bookstore while it’s raining outside. Not the shiny modern kind with bright lights and shelves arranged like a supermarket. I mean the slightly cramped ones. The places where the wooden shelves...






