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 have walked on this beach before, I have heard the waves roar. I know the pebbles by their name, my "song of the sea" can still put a conch to shame. The treasures still call out to me, as... Continue Reading →
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 am I to comment on parents, when I haven't raised... 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 am miles away from a place I call home. 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. I don't know how much of an example of a... Continue Reading →