Sometimes the hills look like they've come closer to my balcony. Perhaps, they moved in the night when I was asleep.  I like to think that there was a mystical time when mountains flew and trees walked. But that would have before man was born. The magic locked itself in as Pandora opened her box. … Continue reading Daydreaming 


On not writing

The post a day project didn't quite work and I'm relieved. The pressure to post something everyday turned the act of writing into a very contrived one. Rarely, do I wish to edit or change old stuff. I couldn't quite say the same for the posts put up lately. I suppose it's got to do … Continue reading On not writing