About The Blogger and The Blog. It Runs In The Family. I have a craze for photography and apparently so did my grandfather. He passed away when I was 12. I have never seen my grandfather take a photo, neither have I seen him stand for one except when forced to take a photo. Cleaning brings out the weird stuff.

She travels to the cupboard and finds no pills to spare. Upstairs then she would wander and find there naught but stair. So into then the kitchen for an herbal remedy,. But there again, no tincture that could ever comfort she. To the apothecary, to the druggist she marched fast. Could they perhaps procure for her the cure she sought at last? The store was closed and Oh calamity felt near,. For fight the storm she could not do that grew between each ear.

There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss.

Am I your child? Our eyes are the same colour,. But the colours of our thoughts fall shades apart. Our skin is the same texture,. Did I really come from you? Conceive, carry and deliver is what you did. Though I learnt and unlearnt it all from you. Preach, pray and profess is what you did. But you never patted my back when I practised it. I am not your child. You belong in a different time.