I Wonder Why, I Wonder How. therefore this blog exists! Tuesday, May 12, 2015. This is simply my thought process that wonders why and how we do these things. I cannot bring myself to seek blessings from people who are not related to me or not known to me. I feel uncomfortable and definitely NOT disrespectful. I love to do namaskar. Of Depression and being Depressed. I think it is th.

When you have nowhere to go, go back to yourself. By Talking To My Soul. At Friday, January 01, 2010. Like the stack of old letters;. The books you stored with care;. Past years grow old too. The dust of memories gets thicker. Just like that layer of yellowness,. Wishing you all a very happy new year. By Talking To My Soul. At Friday, December 18, 2009. Is all I can hear. Shadow of the night grows.

Through the lens of a vagabond. Thursday, June 10, 2010. And so I stood, watching the red buttes of the landscape change color around me, listening to the sound of the wind rustling through the shrubs, when out of nowhere a scrawny stray dog ambled into my view. It had no tags, no collars. No sign of being owned or having a companion.

THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY. WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT. Wednesday, June 17, 2009. Thursday, May 28, 2009. This is going to clear a lot of confusion. Well, I got tired of the joke anyway.