Panting to help the dear ones and yet not knowing how, lest any voice bereave them… One who only said “I am sorry” helped me the most when father ceased — it was too soon for language. ~Emily Dickinson These…
Category: Blogging
Zumba at Sixty!
Zumba for me is a Zestful Unique Marvelous Bold Adventure I came to the party late at the age of 58.Everybody was talking about Zumba and I was curious and like they say, Curiosity kills the cat but satisfaction brings…
SLIP OF THE MIND
Forgetfulness can be cute when you are young. Children forget to bring homework to school, forget to inform parents about a PTA meeting – all innocently. As we grow older, we tend to forget fewer things. It’s still cute when…
Social Distancing
Respect other people’s personal space. Do not breathe down their necks . Keep safe distance and set your pace. If there is an arm’s-length distance between A and B, then C cannot squeeze in to the elbow’s spot, this kind…
HANDLE WITH CARE
Jack Nicholson was brilliant in it. Do you remember the famous dialogue? “You can’t handle the truth son.” I don’t know why I mentioned this tit-bit. The story of my kitchen has nothing to do with this movie, the exception…
HOPE FOR THE BEST
Let’s catch up on our reading and writing. Let’s not lose hope while we sit here waiting. Surely there’s no reason to fret and fume. And no cause to play the organ of doom. Shun negativity, embrace…
Fifty-Plus Grey Haired Pixie
My Night wear is angry at the wear and tear I recall when it was worn solely at night But since March, it’s only night wear all the time The clothes I wore to go out lie out of…
A SILENT WRITER
HAIKU: ON WRITING OR BEING UNABLE TO WRITE Deserted by words Empty blank pages mock her A silent writer. It has been a while Inkless and helpless,my pen Cries to be picked up. I know many tales Joys, cheers,…
An Unbelievable Story
‘Sometimes we see strange things but don’t want to believe they are real.’ Entwined Souls …
WHEN IT RAINS
HAIKU #WORDSMATTER When it rains I laugh Raindrops cleanse my aching heart When it rains I cry. When it rains I smile Thinking of promises made Under the umbrella. Heavenly showers Wash away all dirt and grime…
ABC ON MY WALLS
Yesterday, I was in turbo mode, at full throttle in the kitchen. Multitasking is not my forte and agility another minus. Despite my shortcomings, I decided to defy all logic and attempt multiple tasks at one go. There…
DEATH BECOMES ME
Here I lie, all in white. A few wailing relatives and friends and some quiet and curious onlookers crowding around me. I feel like an exhibit in a gallery and dislike this feeling. How did I end up here? Why…
Void Thoughts and Reflections
Today’s post is very special. I am in conversation with the prolific blogger and author, Vinitha Dileep. Her bio is as interesting as her musings. Let’s say hello to her and get to know her a bit more. We are…