It’s been a long, long time since I posted something here. A few days back, I was checking my WP stats here (don’t know why though; they’ve only been going down) and I gasped when I realized that my last post, Empty Spaces, was published more than 2 months ago. Two. Months. Whoa, I’ve never…
I know this looks bad, like a child’s work (no, I think even kids can do better than this), but the only reason why I’m posting this today, out to the world, is because I’ve always, always been a scaredy cat when it comes to doing something new and something that I have no experience…
G’morning Readers and fellow bloggers, The paint is still drying on this one but I couldn’t wait to share it with you. I don’t remember the last time I had shared pictures of a sketch with you. Last night, after daughter dearest had dozed off to sleep (thankfully), I took out my sketchbook intending only…
Good Morning! How’s the work week going for you all? Is it hectic, is it laid back, or is it one of those horrible weeks that you’d like to go back in time and erase with a magic eraser? If it’s good, enjoy it. Such moments (especially at the workplace) don’t last for long. If…
Originally posted on The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch:
Picture this – You wake up one morning. Go out to get the newspaper. Only there is none. ‘Maybe it’s a national holiday or some sort of newspaper strike.’ You march back in and pick up your phone to check if there was a holiday you missed. Only…
Some words need not Our defining limits, Or hours of tedious discourses, Debating what they encompass. Some words, they need No tomes of explanations. They’re better perceived From the eyes of experience, Of things that come to pass. Give all without expectation, That’s what love should mean. Knowing but not abusing it, That’s all that…
Good Morning People! I woke up to a fine Sunday morning where the sun was gloriously shining down in all its wintery magnificence on its cold subjects. The only thing I love about winters is the sun. Here in India, the sun is scorching for more than half of the year. Winters are the only…
