Rising up from a sleepy earthJammed with worriesthat flood the banks:this and that and many more.The gray strands getting grayerby…
Another Year
A silent winter morning,The fag end of the yearThe aroma of freshly brewed coffeeAnd my thoughts.I gather them.Yet another year…
For the Apple of My Eye On his Graduation
My adorable technical editor will get to see this piece once it’s online. I am going to be extremely careful,…
Sophia, Cassandra, Alexa and Us…
The title of this piece resonates with the air of a girls’ day out, or to think in more adventurous…
Colorful
A year ago, a stranger at the crossroads motivated me to write a piece. There was nothing extraordinary about this individual;…
A Sweet Thread
It was one of those crispy spring Saturday mornings when I had gone to style my hair at a nearby…
The Precious Gem
Little ZeeZee has featured quite a few times in my previous posts and he’s back again! The four-year-old gives me…
When Something Hurts…
The security alarm at home was beeping for the nth time. Had it suddenly happened in the middle of the…
Yesterday Once More
I start off recapitulating the Santa story. It was 1975. My mother obviously had forgotten to buy a better gift…
And For the Big Round
My cousin sent me a video of her one-and-a half year old that instantly warmed my heart. Little Ronav affectionately…
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