How do you like your tea? With lots of love? and some milk n sugar, maybe? There is something about this golden liquid. It envelopes you and your mind.There is no right and wrong about it.”I like it this way” be it black, green, gold, lemon,brewed, boiled, cured and baked😳… ‘am sure everyone I know […]Read More Tea- totally!
I have been itching to write on this interesting phenomenon. All people of my generation are sailing in their wonderful forties.Some remarkable things have been happening to them, which needs a kind mention. This of course goes without saying that the phenomenon is universal. So to start with, this post is dedicated to those forty […]Read More These forties!
Its ending… need to wind up my wayward thoughts. Interesting year… Innumerable experiences. I learnt some new tricks, and unlearned some old ones. Learnt: to hide myself on WhatsApp.😎 flossing (the dance, and not what you do to your teeth!) eating sea food daily! I live on the coast now. basic communication in Malayalam. to […]Read More 2018…b’bye!
The year is ending and we have not rehashed it so far. At least, I have not! I am up to some light- hearted-crowd pleaser-ware- share today. The whole year round, it has been:”Get up in the morning- check your phone, have your cuppa-check your phone, gobble up your breakfast-check your phone,dash off to work- […]Read More My best 9 for you.
Do you have a back scratcher? That itch that refuses to go, how do you do away with it? Recall the hard time it gives you. Imagine being envious of the cat who comes and gets that errant itch scratched down against your jean clad legs or the door jamb. Now imagine yourself in a […]Read More My humble back scratcher.
When writers can’t write, they call it a writer’s block. When bloggers can’t write, do we call it a thought jam? Yes, its jammed. It’s crammed full with people and thoughts but not one is shining through to the other side. So I decided to give my thoughts and your thoughts (in turn), a break. […]Read More A penny for my thoughts?
Songs are our words, some eloquent some unspoken. We may not be born poets but we love poetry. Songs are poetry which is easy to the mind and colloquial in words. I live songs. I love songs. I love the vivid notes and the swelling emotions. A song is bound to float in, giving lyrics […]Read More In for a song.