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 →
And yes, that’s just my opinion!
I've been meaning to blog about a class I took recently. After some prodding by a colleague, I joined what I call a 'syllable' class. Of course, the right way to call it would be the Stress and Intonation class, but I call it the 'syllable' class. These are enhancement classes that take place in... Continue Reading →
When all is not Blue and Red
I don't know why some people would type only in title case or stick chewed gum under the bus seat. I don't know why it's okay for some girls to chase local trains in heels or tweet about their crush all day. I don't know why most people would choose burger without cheese and why... Continue Reading →
Because I Can Instagram
I am no photographer. We've got that out of the way. However, I do admire how some people take to photography like fish to water. And I'm not talking about the ones who know how to use Photoshop and the likes well. It's beyond my comprehension how some people can take an absolutely amazing picture... Continue Reading →
The Four Layers of Linen
Recently, I saw the 2011 Woody Allen movie Midnight in Paris. Although, it was recommended to me a long time ago, I could never lay my hands on it. It was aired on HBO a few days ago and I happened to see it. On an unrelated note, I think watching movies on the TV... Continue Reading →
Here’s a thought…
Four years ago I started this blog to channel my energy in one direction. I needed to use my energy positively and I was introduced to blogging, so I thought why not? Year after year, amarllyis became my voice and I consciously started working on my writing. I tried to improve it and cater myself... Continue Reading →
On a Potter’s Wheel!
I love how things are created. Sometimes, when I write for myself and my fingers play on the keyboard or glide with a pen across a page, I feel like a potter on a wheel giving shape to clay that was once nothing. Slowly and steadily, creating a form that once did not exist. Watching... Continue Reading →
Proof of a Famous Adage – Part 1
So, after my admission of sadness yesterday, I went home. I did not know what to do with my time in the bus. I just sat still, and looked out of the window. I was phone-less, music-player-less, book-less, so I just sat and stared outside. And I pondered over my situation. I missed a friend I used to be... Continue Reading →
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