I feel an unexplainable pain every time I think about how little I think or reflect these days, ie, write. That’s what my time with Fuchsia used to be about. I feel this pain every time I read something that has emotion. I no longer know what it takes to write a complete story – … Continue reading Homey?
The UK’s August bank holiday always falls between C’s and my birthdays, giving us reason to do something interesting every year. For the 2015 one, we planned Paris. It was the first trip C and I made together after our wedding. There were two primary reasons for doing that – C really liked the city … Continue reading Paris Je Taime
I have had no inspiration or mind space to write in several months now. My blog has been at the back of my mind, but that is all that it has been. If there is one thing that I feel rather bad about, it is the memories of various trips taken in the past year … Continue reading Catching up
City. Social circle. Cake sizes. Cultural differences. Physical distance. Cold (yes, I know it doesn’t fit). Trains. Job hunt. Grocery stores. Price tags. Extended family. History. Envy. Waist. *for the lack of a creative thought Continue reading E is for Enormous*
We I am a confused romantic. Or let’s say I like being ‘classy’ with my romantic initiatives. Yes, the clumsy me. I would never go for a heart-shaped photo frame, card, souvenir, or anything else. But I am likely to use html hearts rather freely. I don’t know when that happened, because I remember being … Continue reading C is for Chalk Board
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