There’s a certain kind of love that doesn’t feel like a choice after a point. It feels like gravity. You know it’s pulling you somewhere you shouldn’t go… and yet, you don’t resist. Not because you’re weak. But because some part of you has decided that falling is still better than standing still. That’s the emotional space I found myself in while reading Confessions of a Manaholic. This isn’t a poetry collection that tries to impress you with complexity. It doesn’t hi