Winter Diary: One at a Table For Two
The spirit of the new year still a young robust cheer within, I found myself walking by a favorite place to eat––a bit overpriced and all, but since…
Winter Diary | Not Another Lemonade
I am reading a few books, one of which is the Discourses by Meher Baba. In one of the early chapters in Vol. I, he differentiates between need and…
Diary | Decemnuary
Three or two hours before the new year, I suffered the coolest food poisoning ever. The hurting was such an incredible work of art that I wished to…
Autumn Diary | On My Nana’s Passing
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard It seems to me most…
Autumn Diary: Slow Dancing
I like to think of life as a dance to heartbeats. By this I mean something quite mind blowing and terrific. The goal, however, is not to be…