8230;a world I weave, I love and live. I built a sandcastle once. It was everything I ever wanted. I built it with my own hands. I shaped every wall, every tower, every bit of it with my hands and my mind. Not allowed to go straying off to build sand castles elsewhere, away from home. I built it higher each day under the bright summer shine. I told you so, voices whisper again.

Hi there, pleased to meet you! My name is Sylvia, and I live in Cornwall, in the United Kingdom. The three youngest offspring still live at home with me, but the undisputed ruler of our establishment is a young tortoiseshell named Missy.

Monday, July 21, 2014. My own glistening eyes I see. Of my favorite glass vase. May be, the cracks. Were always a part of it. Inherent , incomprehensibly subtle or invisible. From my rose tinted fools paradise. Blood flows through my cracked fingers. As I try to pick up the fragments. One by one , each hurting me anew. Leaving yet another scar . With a broad sweep ,. I want to shove them away. The many scattered glass daggers.

Wednesday, March 09, 2016. Wednesday, March 09, 2016. Tuesday, February 09, 2016.

Hills will tell you that you hate running, but hills lie.

What I observe, experience, feel, think, understand and misunderstand. Each time I see my profile pic. And an inviting blank space. Below each and every post. How should I comment on. The lady who made dosa today,. The girls who had cupcakes and selfies,. The boys who tried beer and adventure,. The man who stood beside a Rolls Royce,. The activist who was infuriated,.

Kamikaze speaks has a new address now at. WHY I READ THE BOOK. The book caught my attention as soon as it was up on Blogadda for one, it was just in line with my work profile. WHY YOU SHOULD READ THE BOOK.

Although I have a good excuse, I apologize profusely for neglecting this blog. Thanks for being patient, guys. As they are being called in the media.

Coming to America- New Hampshire. When we were on the verge of zeroing in on East Coast for our US trip, I was still in two minds because for some weird reason I always thought East Coast was made up of only skyscrapers and concretes! So a prospect of going to a land with no greenery to lift our spirits up, therefore, used to pull my excitement level down. Then I had a long chat with Anonymously Disguised. Driving on US roads per .