Close your eyes and think of yourself as a child. Think of what used to amuse you and what made you happy.
The little pleasures of life.
As I do that, I think of our garden and me sitting in the porch looking at the little in our garden tree with yellow flowers all over it. Yes its spring and the grass is turning green. Everything looks fresh. And a yellow flower in my hand.
And the day is ending, darkness hiding the bright day light. Its time to go inside.
What a question? Some years back, I used to feel so disgusted (and I mean DISGUSTED), when I saw women discuss what they cooked every single day! I mean seriously, when there is so much happening in the world – so many things to ponder upon, why in the world are women stuck to this? (and of course the discussion of other not-so-noble things) Continue reading
Well this isn’t the first time I have written I am back, or as I read a tweet from Rubban, BRB – my brb didn’t quite become a brb all this while. Where have I been? I have been hibernating…and that’s the closest I can get to explaining my absence.
I have been here.. online most of the time but still not writing. My train of thoughts that are so sakooterish went hidden somewhere.. and I just couldn’t get myself to write. I guess there have been too many changes that life has brought. And seriously, its good to be back. I haven’t rummaged at my key board like this for ages. Continue reading