Cosmic Ink

Among the stars, we find stories written in cosmic ink ready to be discovered. Since its release into the cosmos and beyond in March this year, my book Cosmic Onion  has been receiving fabulous feedback.

The reason I wrote it is simple—because as an author (and yes, that much-asked question always comes up), I can only write what is burning in my heart, what insists on getting out. If my books help just one person in this life, then I’m happy. It has never been about money—it’s always about the message.

Cosmic Onion is, at its core, a love story with a celestial twist. It’s a fictitious book, and I chose that route deliberately. My previous books carried my voice strongly, something close friends have often told me. But in Cosmic Onion, I didn’t want that. I wanted the reader to hear their own voice, to have their own experience of the story. A private journey, at their own pace—something to read with a cuppa, to put down and reflect on when it gets tough, or to laugh through the funny, comical bits. That’s the beauty of reading: you get to travel without moving your feet, and at the same time, discover so much.

This book carries many universal themes. Maybe they’ll land with you in your own universe, maybe they’ll bring a shard of wisdom. Perhaps you’ll recognise yourself in Elodie—the deep attraction to someone who hurts you, yet whom you forgive again and again, because you believe they’ll eventually mature, like fine wine. Maybe you’ll feel the ache of giving years of yourself to someone who cannot take responsibility for their actions, who distracts with gifts or moves house like it’s a hobby, who resists accountability at every turn.

You might even recognise the endless attempts to “fix” what cannot be fixed—the therapy, the communication workshops, the hope. The loop of manipulation and control. And then, that undeniable chemical pull that keeps you stuck in the cycle, the trauma bond. The highs you know will always come back after the pendulum of the lows has swung.

Readers have told me they found themselves shouting at Elodie like it’s a pantomime: “Look, he’s behind you!”

Funny, isn’t it? From the outside, it looks so clear. From the inside, it feels like home. Familiar. Like a cosy old pair of slippers.

That’s the paradox. What many call narcissism or trauma bonding can, strangely enough, hold the greatest cosmic lessons of your life. But only if you’re willing to peel back the layers, onion-style, until you reveal the jewel hidden within.

I’ve had men read the book and tell me they wanted more from a man’s perspective—that they, too, feel these patterns. And they’re right. This story is not one-sided. But for the purpose of this love story, I wrote it through a woman’s eyes. Labels like narcissist, empath, twin flame—they’re all attempts to name something we don’t fully understand. What Cosmic Onion offers is a mirror to see why we get stuck in the same loops, and perhaps, a safe way through them.

As some early reviews have said, it will make you laugh, it might make you cry, it may even have your heart jumping out of your mouth. But it will also plant seeds. Seeds of awareness, of courage, of humour in the face of intensity.

Cosmic Onion is available now through Amazon, Waterstones, WHSmith, Foyles, Blackwell’s, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, and many other bookstores around the globe.

Travel with it. Feel it. Peel it back. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll find your own cosmic jewel inside.