Generally, I celebrate my blog's anniversary in December. I discontinued this practice last year. In fact, last year I even got the date of the anniversary wrong. I did. When my closest friend wished me on the correct date, it hit me that I had been such a scatterbrain. I laughed at my own apathy,... Continue Reading →
Why not?
There's a person I have known for some time now. Through the winter mist I have come to notice that this person smiles brightly when they talk to me. (They, so as to mask the gender. I know my grammar. Thank you.) So, this person has always been around, but the warm smile I get... Continue Reading →
On Reading Murakami
I finished reading Norwegian Wood this morning. It would be fair to say that the book depressed the crap out of me. Before scouring the Internet to see what I should make of this book, I was swept away by a mound of paper cutting, painting, thumb tacking, and the non-elusive world of paper cuts. But,... Continue Reading →
The First Day
Seeking and offering neutral advice is a philanthropic act more than one of authority or rationality. Who's to say you won't be swayed by the quester's feelings and pass judgement in their favour? Or how can one know if you're a true altruist and you would offer your thoughts as pennies to give away? Seeking unbiased... Continue Reading →
Because it matters…
Because it matters to say thank you. Because it matters to say that it means something. Because the universe needs to know it is cherished. That I am grateful. Because I can read those poems Dickinson wrote and copy them neatly in blue ink on black ruled lines in diaries I kept during school. Because... Continue Reading →
Excursions – Mental and Physical
Venturing out of the house in the evening is a forgotten excursion. Unlike the days when it was an exciting compulsion to go down to play or meet up with school friends who lived close by, current evenings are routinely spent traveling back home from work. Today was an exception. I was at home, and in the... Continue Reading →
2.9
Marine Drive is 2.9 units* away from VT station. (Yes, VT. Let's just focus on what's more important.) So, VT station, the confluence of local railway tracks that ply tens of thousands of people every single day. Now that I think about it, I wonder that if a structure could house your thoughts as soon... Continue Reading →
While I wasn’t looking…
Dream catchers Cinnamon dust Satin ribbons Perfect pie crusts Fairy tales Silver chains I knew of pastels And purple moon rains Hill view gardens Forget me nots I brought home rabbits To grand mum's cot Bright red murals Cotton handkerchiefs I potted a plant On occupied window sills Wilted leaves Crumpled whites Peeling off pictures... Continue Reading →
Lavender Curls
I need to start this post with a question to all the writers out there: How many stories can you write at the same time? Or how many different kinds of writing can one possibly do at one phase in life? I am curious. And I am not looking for an "easy" answer here. If... Continue Reading →
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