Like the bird that arises from its own embers, I seek to paint new reflections of existing cerebrations. This will be his best shot. This is his big moment. He walks to the center of the field.

8220;I want to shake off the dust of this one-horse town. I want to explore the world. I want to watch TV in a different time zone. But i know this city, of casuarina and tart mango slices, gritty with salt and chilli and the truant sands of the Marina. So I am back! .

Saturday, January 22, 2011. Bret is staring intently at his glass of whisky.

160;May 13, 2014. I have found another terrace. Another city-line studded with yellow lights. From the highway beyond, and. Another place to call home,. Questions, some deep, some not,. 160;November 21, 2013. Do you remember, how it was. When you first moved to the city? Do you remember,. By their sheer numbers? To pity and then,.

Random expressions, ramblings, sometimes rantings. In blog, age, order, search, posts, happiness, wondering. Asymp; Leave a comment. But here comes the reality check! I am at that ag.

Little did I know, that while talking and giggling on the call with him, I was about to get on to the most scary flight of my life. It was barely half an hour in to the flight, that I woke up to an unexpected announcement the passengers were asked to return to their seats and fasten their seat belts.