“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”
“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”
“Now that you’re an adult, you might still feel a pang of guilt when you decline a dinner invitation in favor of a good book. Or maybe you like to eat alone in restaurants and could do without the pitying looks from fellow diners. Or you’re told that you’re “in your head too much”, a phrase that’s often deployed against the quiet and cerebral.
Or maybe there’s another word for such people: thinkers.” ― Susan Cain
Maybe there are better subjects in world’s curriculum,
but together we talk about colors of saucers
and matching cups half-full of our hopes. Continue reading “Meeting an old friend”
I don’t mourn perfectly. Grief acts like a shock to me, gives me chills, and puts my memory on a wide screen in a lonely theater. Lonely. Lonely, because most of the times, you’re the sole spectator of your own memory, unless you share the screenplay. Continue reading “The Journey”
A lot has happened since my last post. October has gone. Across the road, the area that was a bright orange pumpkin patch is now a green field selling Christmas trees and glittery ornaments. Christmas gifts have replaced Halloween costumes in all nearby stores. The bright Sun which I hated in last ten months is kind of a kinder friend these days. There was rain in California. Finally. There were autumn leaves floating on the puddle of rain water. There were two whales playing close to the shore when we were driving by the ocean. Something so remarkable yet normal. I observed all. I noted down too. But I could not share. Continue reading “Somewhere but here..”
“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
Some day it’s about the difference
between what I hear and what I see,
the grainy texture on the enlarged reality,
the gray things that sugary anecdotes hide. Continue reading “Sunset”
These days I remember what Umberto Eco said in “Foucault’s Pendulum“. I remember it too many times.
“I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.”
Today, I am guest posting at Eli’s popular place Coachdaddyblog, and talking about my father and the lessons I learned from him. So please stop by, show your support, and help me cheering for all good fathers of this world. This is the link to click. Continue reading “Six Lessons from My Dad”