The smell of books and the joy of opening a book for the first time—an entirely new adventure. Hugging the book, holding it close, smiling… so much connection with a few hundred pages.The beauty of some bookstores and the magnificence of some libraries. Oh my!So lucky to have been born as, and/or grown into, a… Read More Of books, dreams and inner conflicts
Waking up to a reel video and a lovely WhatsApp message shared by two friends, I didn’t have much choice other than to sit down and write about how I really feel. What are my joys and worries? What is my mood like? What am I running away from? Going through a period when I… Read More Turning My Back to the Front Seat
Light up the candle, light the stove. Autumn is here, finally. Wait for some rain now. Thunders and lightning, raining cats and dogs. Pour yourself a cup of coffee. Eat a biscuit or two. The name of the candle is ginger tea. It’s burning bright red with a hint of ginger and caramel. Wait till… Read More Night owl
Notes to self: September – October 2024 Am I too fragile? Too tired and hopeless after enduring a relentless stream of misery and bad fortune? Is that the case? Admit it, princess, you deserved a better life, just as your mother did, and her mother before her. But you need to carry on with the… Read More Notes to self
I’m drawn to you. Early morning, a bit chilly wind and fresh air. You, alone, on your own. There, in the corner, looking down, smoking. I see you there and I’m just drawn to that direction. Wherever you are. I walk around. I try to avoid your presence. But how can I? You are there.… Read More drawn