"Some stories don't begin with light — they begin with the moment you realise you've lost it."
There is a point where life stops feeling like your own.
Where the dreams you once protected slip into the shadows, and the noise of the world grows louder than your own heart.
You keep moving, keep surviving, keep pretending - until one day, the truth settles softly around you:
you've been living small in a world that keeps asking you to shrink.
But the journey back to yourself begins quietly.
In the slow relearning of what it means to listen inward.
In the fragile courage of choosing honesty over habit.
In the tender acceptance that breaking is not the end
— it's the place where new strength begins.
Where the Walnut Tree Stands is a raw, poetic exploration of the human heart:
the moments that shatter us, the choices that shape us, and the hope that waits patiently underneath it all.
A story for anyone who has ever yearned for a life that feels true - not perfect, not loud, but deeply, quietly their own.
Because every sunrise is proof that you can start again.
One choice, one breath, one dawn at a time.
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Agnes Pandey
Agnes Pandey is a dreamer and storyteller who sees life in
the form of art- found in quiet moments, fleeting emotions,
and the beauty of becoming. She believes creativity blooms
in many forms- through words, memories, and the subtle
poetry of scent.
While she works toward launching Garden of Agnes, her
personal fragrance line inspired by emotion and reflection,
Where the Walnut Tree Stands marks her debut as a
novelist. Through Jessica’s story, she explores themes of
courage, healing, and the strength it takes to begin again.
Agnes finds peace in the stillness of early mornings, a cup
of coffee in hand, where thoughts flow softly into words
and dreams take direction. Through every chapter she writes
and every creation she imagines- she hopes to remind others
that life is not only to be lived, but felt.
