about sheen jinee
WHERE WORDS STIR WHIRLWINDS.
NOT QUITE A BLOG. NOT JUST A DIARY.
WHERE WORDS STIR WHIRLWINDS.
Welcome to my little corner of the internet — where punctuation paces feelings, and a single sentence might demand five rewrites, three sighs, and one existential crisis. Some days, it’s all musings on metaphors; other days, it’s just me wondering if a comma can hold a broken thought together.
There’s no rigid genre here — just a blend of
Welcome to my little corner of the internet — where punctuation paces feelings, and a single sentence might demand five rewrites, three sighs, and one existential crisis. Some days, it’s all musings on metaphors; other days, it’s just me wondering if a comma can hold a broken thought together.
There’s no rigid genre here — just a blend of poetic fragments, clever turns of phrase, and the occasional emotional ambush. Whimsy meets weight. Chaos, meet craft.
WHO'S BEHIND sheen jinee?
NOT QUITE A BLOG. NOT JUST A DIARY.
WHERE WORDS STIR WHIRLWINDS.
Just me — Shinjinee, a writer by rhythm, poet by punctuation; a proud Indian with a fondness for long walks through secondhand books and even longer sentences. I write the way some people exhale — not always gracefully, but always with feeling.
I dabble in English, Hindi, and a slightly stubborn French.
On apprend toujours mieux en créant —
Just me — Shinjinee, a writer by rhythm, poet by punctuation; a proud Indian with a fondness for long walks through secondhand books and even longer sentences. I write the way some people exhale — not always gracefully, but always with feeling.
I dabble in English, Hindi, and a slightly stubborn French.
On apprend toujours mieux en créant — et parfois en faisant des erreurs !
(We always learn best by creating — and sometimes by making mistakes!)
NOT QUITE A BLOG. NOT JUST A DIARY.
NOT QUITE A BLOG. NOT JUST A DIARY.
NOT QUITE A BLOG. NOT JUST A DIARY.
Think of this space as a literary greenhouse — part thought-repository, part storytelling alcove. Here, metaphors bloom out of nowhere, titles take longer than essays, and emotions find a home in the syntax. Some pieces are polished. Others, gloriously unfinished.
I don’t chase trends. I chase truths — quiet ones, odd ones, and the ones hiding behind ellipses.
STAY, WANDER, RETURN!
NOT QUITE A BLOG. NOT JUST A DIARY.
NOT QUITE A BLOG. NOT JUST A DIARY.
Whether you’re a fellow word-gatherer, a secret poet with too many Notes app drafts, or someone who reads to feel a little less alone — this space might speak to you.
Nothing here tries too hard. Everything here tries just enough.
It’s a quiet celebration of language, of cultural voice, and of that unmistakable moment when a sentence feels like it’s yours — even if I wrote it first.