This virtual space has been silent for quite sometime now. But I assure you we will now keep this space buzzing! Here are two photos as always. This is my first post and I am already confused! But hold on. I got some good images to start with but I think i should write something about it? Ok here we go.

Writings of passion and inspiration of the one departed. The touch, the kiss. The crisp laughter, and. On a carpet of green. My first attempt to write a tanka. Mori no ki kara ha. The tree sparrow sings ー. In the dark of night.

See the photos you love to remember. Photos from A to Z. These days my life seems to be broken into little pieces. Each piece for a different country. For the past few months, I have been travelling around like crazy.

Ever increasing bucket list of dreams. Something, yet not really anything. Bullies and mean people are everywhere, breathing and moving as we speak. To write or not to write.

Thursday, April 16, 2015. Wandering around in the neighborhoods of the maximum city Mumbai; often I encounter the simplest of instances and conversations while I am thinking of something else altogether. And most naturally these instances lead me to thinking that as we grow older we tend to complicate the most simple things around us. It might be about relationships or sometimes even our conversation with the hawker next door. Tuesday, April 7, 2015. And maybe drop in a word or two.