San Francisco: One Afternoon on Tiled Steps

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It was one foggy Thursday in San Francisco yesterday, we both completed an important work and had the rest of the day free. 

While sitting inside the busy Starbucks, I was browsing on internet to find a place to go, to give my eyes rest, somewhere without wifi and all connectivity, somewhere close to nature. Travelling around 20 miles was not an option since the next day, Friday, was not a holiday.  And then just when I almost decided to spend the rest of the day at some cafe in Sausalito, my husband drove me to this place. Continue reading “San Francisco: One Afternoon on Tiled Steps”

That Favorite Spot

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We all have a favorite place: a place to go back, a place to cry an ocean, a place to sit and ponder, a place to have the regular milky tea, a place to wander. For some of us that place is somewhere near Mom’s kitchen, in anticipation of a lovely childhood that comes back each time we go home. For some of us, it’s that corner of nostalgia that every camera and every piece of paper forgot to capture. For some of us, it’s that beach where we walk miles even with an injured leg and a cured heart. For some of us, it’s that regular shop where we discuss family matters for the past 40 years and enjoy fleeting nirvana. Continue reading “That Favorite Spot”

Fridays!

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It’s my little in-house joke – I remember we all work on certain technologies only when new iphones arrive in the market  with all its updated features and newer iOS version. Everyone I know , everyone I read/ see in real life talks about iphone features , colors , versions , marketing strategies ; even people who are nowhere close to technology tweet about cool phone colors and OS performance. Continue reading “Fridays!”

We are made of memories.

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“A man is made of memories. It is all we are. Captured moments, the smell of a place, scenes played out time and again on a small stage. We are memories, strung on story lines–the tales we tell ourselves about ourselves, falling through our lives into tomorrow.”

 

I have a serious problem with letting things go. Things which are not about  good or bad experiences even though I hold on to good things very strongly. Things , here for example , are materialistic ones – old clothes , old sunglasses , old stopped watches, old photographs, old magazine in which only one story was good , old newspaper page where a small article inspired me , old text messages. Continue reading “We are made of memories.”