“Loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature’s delight.” — Marcus Aurelius
In modern era, too many hushed expectations are set for you if you are a person of my gender. You have to be exceptionally good at everything you do. You have to look beautiful from morning to night year after years. You have to make a home. You have to be perfectly congenial, at least as your virtual reality. You have to be the best mother that social media ever produced. You have to create a perfect human. You have to make magic in the kitchen. You have to hold a smile until your lips hurt. And if there is time, you have to shatter some glass ceilings, while looking like a diva. You have to chase your dreams after doing the dishes in night. You have to make your life worth living. You have to leave a legacy. Continue reading “Transformation”
As I am writing here, rain has returned to the bay. Hills over my shoulder are sleeping, tucked in fog and cloud. This time every year my mind becomes overactive, and creatively wanders on muddy paths, jumps in puddles, rescues fallen leaves, wipes off raindrops on the blurry windows of nostalgia, whispers to the rose bushes, hugs a sad tree, and opens up the refrigerator door multiple times to get some food for thoughts. Continue reading “Petrichor, once more”
“Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.” ― Leo Tolstoy
After a hike in the hill, capturing a resting bird is a cherry on top, or in other words, ultimate happiness. Continue reading “Like a cherry on top”
“You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.” ― Back to Methuselah
Continue reading “Art imitates life”
“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.” ― The Princess Bride
I want to say, this is a very bad year. It’s been the worst till now. But most probably I won’t say it, if we meet. Because I’m not that pessimist who wants this year to go soon so that she can dance in the light of next year. I’m an optimist. STILL. Perhaps I am going to utilize the last second of this year to make it less worse, more satisfactory. Continue reading “The Art of Green Living”
“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Continue reading “The time in between”
“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.”
It’s June and California coast is little bit more cheery, colorful and vividly rich. I just have to take a step or two nowadays to find colors these days. Continue reading “June”
Once one amazing co-passenger told me, “Water looks beautiful if you look at it from land. The opposite experience is equal dull.” Continue reading “In-between land, water, and clouds”
“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
It’s May. Right now California is a warm belle, wearing flower crowns, hosting art and music festivals, and showing off magnolias, poppies and apple blossoms. Continue reading “Searching Spring in Raindrops”
Then the distance is shorter.
Time doesn’t matter.
The world is smaller. Continue reading “Unending”