It’s a slow day. The clock is ticking loudly, magnified by the complete silence that envelops my room on late afternoons. There’s nothing to do here. I’m bored out of my skin. Just to have something to do, I put on some music. And then restlessly, I walk back and forth, as if trying to … More Dreaming of Chocolates
It’s raining again. It rained yesterday and last night too. It’s not that I hate the rain. And hate is too strong a word, even for hurricanes. I’m grateful for the shower of grace bestowed by the heavens. I have always imagined the earth revel in its velvet touch. The trees sway in glee. The … More Raindrops and You
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. -Robert Frost I’m trying to write a post about our trip to Siquijor. But it seems like I cannot gather my thoughts and create something coherent. So for … More Into the Woods
I am currently smitten by Henry David Thoreau, so much so that I am on the brink of fangirling over a man who lived two centuries ago. I know, it sounds pathetic. I was reading his essay, Walking, moments ago. He talked about the art of Walking and how only a few completely understood it. … More The Art of Walking
He became a part of our home when I was in grade five. That was twelve years ago. My mom took him in exchange of a fat hen. He was black all over with only a speck of white on his tail. And I called him Casper – after the very first puppy I had … More Casper, The Friendly Dog
Sometimes, I wonder if I’m still human. Is it possible to exist while feeling completely detached from humanity? … More Living in Contradictions
“It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” … More 1984: A Review (Well, kinda.)
I haven’t visited this blog for a while because…well, because life happened. I had a roller coaster ride for the past three months. I guess, I really lived. I mean, really live without being among the clouds. I’ve done a lot of reflections, and I realized many things. I think I grew up a little. … More When Life Happens
I dream of beautiful things when I think of you. I dream of infinite mornings with you, where we laze around in bed like we have all the time in the world. I will snuggle next to you, my arms resting across your bare chest. Your nose will be buried in the crook of my … More You Make Me Dream
