Love can be intense. Intense enough to live and die for someone. But if you truly love someone, always choose the former option, no matter what.
It is a travesty when two hearts find each other but can not be together, for the timing isn’t right.
For a man who is a good son and brother but an equally bad son and father.
We are at a bookstore curiously examining through some books as mum buys some supply for my sister. She is flying away from the nest for higher studies. Sigh!
Indian relatives are one one a kind. We love to hate each other and hate to love each other. We like to stay in touch with everyone, uncle’s daughter’s son, father’s mother’s brother’s son, aunt’s sister’s daughter’s son.
Today my thoughts go to one of my co-worker. She lost her young daughter a while back.
My morning generally begins with a cup of tea and me sitting near the window pane.