2012

The year could not have been better as far as travel is concerned. The places, the terrains, the people, the streets, and the colours….across the country…with family, friends, colleagues, and even strangers… made up for tales to tell and memoirs to keep for years to come.  Continue reading 2012

Next Leg?

It’s December. I can officially reflect on the year so far. While that was not the intent with which I opened my notepad to write, it seems a decent enough context.  Keeping the bad health (which, by the way, is the only constant in my life) and a general sense of depression aside, the year … Continue reading Next Leg?

Maybe.

I wrote you a letter. But I do not have the heart to post it. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe another day. Maybe I won’t. Maybe I don’t want to know the truth. Maybe I don’t want you to have the details. Maybe I have too many fears. Maybe I cannot face my own questions. Maybe I … Continue reading Maybe.