It’s Friday morning and a rainy day. Just drizzling now, switching from gentle showers to light drizzles as it pleases. It’s wonderful to sit at the table looking out the windows and gaze at the grey sky. For some reason, I never thought of rains
September 21st is World Gratitude Day.
She cautiously set her cup on the table smiling at the irony of it all. A cup handled with such caution and grace while she, her every being, was shattered inside out. The excessive care which was shown on materialistic items and the taken for
I love writing on paper with the pen. I love the time and effort I have to put in order to achieve that simple task of writing. Writing down with a pen rather than typing is a challenge, otherwise why typing has become everyone’s favorite
I have been missing on Friday Reflections post all this while. When I saw this prompt I couldn’t give it a miss. Here are 21 random facts about me. I’m not someone who you may call an ardent reader. But I love books, the smell
“Try again, fail again. Fail Better.” – Samuel Beckett Fail better. Now that is saying something. When I began my career as a software engineer, I had this manager who always told us “Just do it, don’t try!” when we said, “will try”. His remarks
Last week was Kanna’s half term break. Last week we were busy with Kanna’s daily swim lessons, the visit to the library and the continuous rain. It was cold throughout. And of course, this week came and put the last one on the warmer side.
It has been two weeks since I made an appearance here. I was planning to blog daily in October, but all my plans went downhill when I fell sick. It was one of those times where “together in sickness and in health” bit held true
Leaves rustling, making patterns of all sorts all around the ground. Like a child lost in painting on every bit of paper he can find, Autumn is busy creating crafts after crafts. Some are so beautiful that I can’t stop myself from clicking the picture
If you could erase one person from your past, would you? The question stared at me. And there, the charades of people with instances that scorched my soul, that I wanted to and would like to erase from my past flashed before my eyes. Oh no,