Fragments is this new reflection in the mirrorball that I want to share with you. A place that reflects all these fragments that make up my world. Fragments can be books, places, people, things; it's boundless in time and place. All my fragments are curated with care and time. All my fragments will be shared monthly. I hope my fragments can turn into your missing piece.

I was born in Mauritius. It’s my dear Island. I grew up surrounded by people of different religions, ethnicities and beliefs. I went to kindergarten, primary school, college and university. I kid you not - I never crossed paths with a Franco-Mauritian. We were living on the same Island but inhabiting parallel realms. I was from Mercury; they were from Neptune. 

I sensed this book was a mirror ball - one reflecting our island’s wounds and painful heritage.

It's been weeks, turned into months, and a year. Writing my thoughts and feelings anywhere but in my journal feels so new and eerie. Words used to flow like the Sailor Song. Words used to appease me.

I met Shenaz Patel, the explorer of words and ideas, several times on the tight rope. Until she was out of sight, too far away. She writes with depth - in thought, perspective, and reality.

No Story is an Island is a beautiful exhibition that stayed with me long after I left the gallery. This long-form essay is a personal letter where I explore history, art, memory, and colorism. It's my personal interpretation of the paintings.

Arteco was a beautiful human experience. A firework of colours, mixed with generosity and chapters of storytelling.

A tangy smell, worn tiles, fish scales and fleeting smiles, Port-Louis Market lives between memory and motion. In Shadows and Scales, Elizabeth Leech captures this historic place in striking black and white, where butchers, fishmongers, stray dogs and quiet stillness coexist. Her photographs feel like slow cinema: meditative, honest, and deeply human, celebrating one of Mauritius’ last living heritage sites.

Terres Marrones dusts off the upper surface of our worldly life. It's an invitation to reconnect with our soil.

I'm sharing my experience to encourage you to take the first step towards your health. Sometimes we think it only happens to others.

Through his creation, he took us by the hand and we tiptoed into his maze - where each path was a window on a subject that needed light.

We crashed, several times. But, isn't it lovely that its passengers survived?

When you wake up pray and remember your worth - it’s your bulletproof vest. It’s your shield against sharp attacks.

Laurie encounters waste and rewrites their story with a happy ending. These soles would have taken years to disappear slowly.

Your eyes can bless your temple or put it on fire. The eyes record every single moment of your life.

The succession of paintings felt like throwing a rock into a river only to experience a ripple on the surface. Or at times it felt like...

No pleasing, no sabotaging my true self to showcase a polished version of Mary-Grace.

Xiao Ma, thanks for drifting a while on our Island. Catching a glimpse of your talent was a gift. HOME IS A CONCEPT was a rollercoaster.

I would describe my visit as a volcano in eruption where the lava was all the vivid colours splashed on the canvas.

I love how between songs he would narrate his story, bringing us closer to where his life and ours could intertwine.

If you don't believe in yourself, who would? Have crazy faith in yourself and trust fully in what hasn't come yet.

If I hang on to their negativity and wickedness I'll be a puppet whose strings are held by them. That's why I choose to deflate my response.

Have you seen them, cause I've been searching for my rays for a while now?

Sépia was an exhibition that was as deep as the Pacific Ocean. It was like diving head first in an ocean brimming with corals.