Hey, I’m back. It’s been a while. Was it a year ago since I last posted in this space? Maybe you’re wondering where I went to or what I was up to. As for the first question, I’m still stuck in the same city where I was eight years ago. Sometimes I suspect I’ve taken … More Hello, It’s Been a While
Listen. Do you hear the warble of meadow larks?
The sweet gush of spring nearby? … More A Brief Interlude
So much for resolutions. … More And So We Begin Again
I have a peculiar way of defining freedom
It is more than casting invisible chains off
Or retreating to my reclusive realm … More Between Now and Distant Memory
From the brilliant mind of Naguib Mahfouz: Photo source: http://www.alaraby.com.uk Home is not where you were born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease.
The tale that started with Nietzsche and ended with Karenin. I was introduced to Milan Kundera and his book two years ago. Talking to one of my dear friends at work who was taking up her master’s in literature, I was suddenly struck by her enthusiasm for The Unbearable Lightness of Being that it made … More The Unbearable Lightness of Being: A Review
When I tell you I love you
It will not be a benediction
It will not spring from my chest
Like a breath I’m holding
And letting loose into a sigh … More This is How I Love 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
This is the last of our monthly blog post challenge. We have been doing this for more than a year now, albeit irregularly. But it has been a rewarding experience, sharing our thoughts about a common subject. I will miss this, surely. So for the last time, here’s my take on Karenina‘s chosen topic. You may … More Do I Know You?
Tell me how to slaughter memories … More Slaughtering Memories