Each time that I strive for answers, the changing colors of the sea tell me that I am not alone in my dubiety! That I too like the sea, am a creation of leisure that has always been interpreted in haste!
I am actually writing this post in haste. No, wait! I am actually writing this post in rage, in frustration and in complete anticipation of the back lash that “Who … Continue reading
My hands tremble as I type this – it is strange how emotions churned out through words, can have the most unexpected effects on an unassuming you at times. I … Continue reading
Dearest Bummy, Yes, I know I had this conversation with you last night in my head, like the numerous other ones, but I have this urge to pen this down. … Continue reading