Tag Archives: My Biopic Log

Turning away to look beyond

I am sitting from where I still see someone dropping me home one late evening. The moment and several more preceding that became perfect reminders to who I am. Yearlong period of yearning and wishing had met fulfillment in that one … Continue reading

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Lending from Universe

Pain has immense power to bend us… I’m told. When we are fighting the cause, we emote. We cry in despair reaching out to the dear ones expressing grief. We are handheld until one day, when either, we learn to … Continue reading

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Ticking off the wish list

I wished three things in the beginning of this year. They were and in the order: Turning my present continuous into past participle Seeing my father Practicing Yoga more often I tick marked the first one off the list in … Continue reading

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Denouement

That tender cord holding me in shape almost snapped today or so I thought. After the initial shock of realization subsided, I figured it had come off quite a while back. I know this pattern. It hits me when I see … Continue reading

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Rewriting the concluding page

I finished drafting the last chapter of that book I was reading yesterday. Certain amount of emptiness filled my state of being since I started to plot. This one had to be concluded here regardless of the mood it’ll end … Continue reading

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Transitioning… from being human alone

Things are changing. I am not writing about it- for now for I’m busy playing my part, enacting my role. I see the person in me changing. Vodka still gives me a high… only I don’t need that ecstasy anymore. … Continue reading

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Celebrating mom’s demise…

Time spent with mum suddenly seems distant. Memories associated are growing hazy like some old discarded mirror left unclean reflecting the light with the dust eating at the contours of the reflection. I haven’t quite survived the loss though I pretended … Continue reading

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Here I go again..

I am keeping so busy with friends, attending weddings and travel! Remember, I told you how I feel there’s more to come..? As if to compensate my becoming a recluse for over 2 years, I am socializing day and night … Continue reading

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I am a New Me

It was on the 21st November, 2010 that I had traveled to attend my friend’s wedding. She happens to be only an ex- colleague at my last workplace. Her work- station was set up beautifully with her art- work. One … Continue reading

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On My Way to Rediscover Myself- IX

Peaceful was my state of mind on this trip.. I had slept over like a heavy log. I wasn’t even an ounce high- OMG!! I had felt as refreshing as the spring breeze after winter chills! I had sashayed down … Continue reading

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My Kitchen Pics

View from the Kitchen Entrance Door The Ganshu Kitchen Glass Window Cover Outside the Kitchen Window Different Edible/Cooking Oils in Vodka Bottles The Kitchen Veranda

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