Wednesday, October 15, 2025
Tuesday, October 14, 2025
Monday, October 13, 2025
Day 146 of 365 clicks
Day trip to Edinburgh, Scotland to see my brother. It seems so far yet so near. I am happy I decided on this journey.
Friday, October 3, 2025
Day 145 of 365 clicks
As the temperature starts to dip.... I have started drifting towards pasta ... A bowl of pasta salad is so satisfying..... I top it with nuts and seeds to make it more interesting
Wednesday, October 1, 2025
Tuesday, September 30, 2025
Day 143 of 365 clicks
Very simple ingredients with leftover rice.... Test so satisfying and relishing. The best things in life need not be exotic or expensive.... Jeera rice.... My breakfast... My fuel
Monday, September 29, 2025
Tuesday, September 23, 2025
Monday, September 22, 2025
Saturday, September 20, 2025
Friday, September 19, 2025
Wednesday, September 17, 2025
Friday, September 12, 2025
Thursday, September 11, 2025
Day 132 of 365 clicks
You took so long to get adjusted to the new home. I didn't lose hope and you didn't give up. Today you look so beautiful, fresh and full of life. Thanks for believing in me.
Tuesday, September 9, 2025
Monday, September 8, 2025
Day 86 of 365clicks
This could be my life changer opportunity. Yes something challenging but I am looking forward to it.
Day 84 of 365 clicks
Baby tomatoes first time this summer. I know you took a long time for these to little ones to pop.... The happiness in my heart is abundant
Friday, August 29, 2025
Thursday, August 21, 2025
Poetry - This will pass
I thought the world had found its tune,
A quiet calm beneath the moon.
Peace in my grasp, control in my hand,
No storm could shake where I now stand.
But then—without a warning cry,
A blow struck deep, I can’t deny.
It found the fault I tried to hide,
The weakest point I hold inside.
How did they know?
Why did they dare To pierce the place I laid so bare?
Is this the echo of my past,
Or proof that joy will never last?
You hurled me from my sacred space,
No worry now could take your place.
Yet even pain, like winds that roar,
Must drift away, and be no more.
So let this cloud dissolve and fade,
I’ll rise again, though bruised and swayed.
For nothing stays—not grief, not bliss—
And I am more than all of this.
Wednesday, August 20, 2025
Monday, August 18, 2025
Wednesday, August 13, 2025
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