It wasn’t the best evening for Cafe Mocha in the November of 2017. Danish and I decided to sit outside because the loud music just made it unbearable. We were meeting to discuss an article that I was to write about his profession. I was taking notes, watching some videos on his phone as examples…
Until I heard your song again
A short poem on longing
Tiger’s Nest continues to haunt me
Read how the Tiger’s Nest Monastery in Paro Bhutan holds a special place in my travel diary.
Once homeless, this woman has touched a thousand lives
Read the moving story of Muktaa Akka who served at Mukti Mission
Have heart. Will ache.
Has a heartache ever left you numb? It’s like someone hit you on the head. The very first bodily reaction was a shrill sound, it seemed to engulf all of your other senses. You don’t feel a thing – sorrow or happiness – for a very long time. No time to read? Listen to this…
The Cross is the reason to rejoice
Find out why Christ died
We did cross-country biking to Bhutan and how?
The pillion rider comes back with sore thighs and sore buttocks (I felt like I was butt-less for good 48 hours, the most painful three hours of which I endured on an economy seat of a flight). The pillion rider comes back with absolutely no glory at all. That’s because the magnificent metal grey Royal…
Get over yourself, will you?
In a world full of selfies, and Me-first noises, be the empath, be the good listener.
Tomorrow you won’t be mine
I know where it will hurt the most I know when, and how Yet I am holding on to a hope, A little more hope for now Even if this love feels so clear in sight I know tomorrow you won’t be mine It burns and hurts in sweet pains I long, I sob…
I would rather
I would rather be a clown clad in a tattered gown Than be a neat clone of every pretty one I would rather cry and cry and let the whole being sigh Than pretend to forget that we never really met I would rather so much miss that never happening kiss Than bare my body…
