Friday, March 9, 2018. A woman cuts the hem of her kimono so as not to wake a cat. I do not love the pigeon. But I do feel sorry for disturbing its sleep. Thursday, February 22, 2018. Sleeping there is bad enough, since it also tends to excrete just below its perch.

Monday, June 12, 2017. There is a sadness in his eyes. There is a sadness in his eyes. But his eyes smile, they do, a lot. What is it then, I see. Is it my questioning look. Hoping to find some loss. He had lost a love. Are they mocking me? Hiding behind the veil of happiness! No they are happy. Prodding me to smile some more. I am careful around him. He has not spoken about it. Do I want the details. NoI want to know how is he happy.

Of experiences, thoughts and emotions. Book Trailer, Final and official. The face of my book.

I love music, though singing can never be my thing. I love running, but exercising is not my thing. I love to talk, but debating is not my thing. I love Christmas, even though Winters are not my thing. I like it when it is sunny, although Summers are not my thing. I am a lover, but being polite can never be my thing. I love vegetables, but going on a diet is not my thing. I am definitely patriotic but war can never be my thing. I blog, and I feel writing is my thing.

So, I suddenly remembered that I had left the Alphabet Cooking Challenge. I decided to pick up where we had left off, and that was at H. A dish for the next letter of the alphabet, I, was promptly thought of and made. Here is how we have always made Inji Puli in our house since generations, which is exactly how I made it now.

Life as it happens to me. For the sake of posterity. The way my life has turned out to be. Fifteen years ago if someone would have told me this is what I would be doing today, I would have gaped hard, not believing a single word. But then this is how I am today. This morning when I looked at the mirror, I saw myself as I see myself every day. But then I looked hard and I saw someone else too. Is it possible to look at yourself so objectively? When did I change? I hav.

My Life , My thoughts, My family, My little guy. Wednesday, July 6, 2011. How children get born by eating apples? Wednesday, October 6, 2010. My poor 6 year old.

the long and short of it. Tuesday, April 20, 2010. Almost eight months after moving from. As the honeyed voices of SPB. Filled the air, a sen.