Around five years ago, I saw the shiny blue cover of Leo Tolstoy’s “Anna Karenina peeking at me from a bookstore shelf. At first, I didn’t dare. But after a few minutes of intense bargain, I finally gave in. I bought the well-renowned Russian novel, only to add yet another…

Long before AI took the world by storm, writing felt more like an intimate craft: with every nerve ending of my brain working together to create a piece that spoke my heart aloud. Every sentence, every word, every letter that I scribbled used to be well-thought-out, reflecting hidden emotions that…