lovers go and lovers come
but any two are perfectly
alone there’s nobody else alive
If you’re an old reader of this blog, you may remember that walking in little coastal towns and noting down little things of nature are my most favorite activities. It’s fun to watch tiny lives living fearlessly close to the big ocean. It’s fun to take a hike around them. Continue reading “A walk to blend”
A morning is never wounded. Continue reading “Morning”
Whenever I hear of someone else’s achievements, I do not dwell on their awards or promotions ,or even the initial shock wave or aftermath of excitement . Instead , I find myself reconstructing those final ordinary moments that lead to the greatness of achievement. Those little but lengthy ordinary moments that make up our lives. Moments that we take for granted until we lose or gain faith on them again.
Continue reading “Zigzag Routes..”