Mum shook me awake at 4 a.m. Grandmother had fallen down in the bathroom and wasn’t able to get up. Mum couldn’t pick her up either. We got her up and put her back to bed. And then I patted her arm and soothed her brow. Full circle from the…
They call this emotion blind.So if love were a painting, I’d be a blind artist. And it’s food for the soulSo if love were a banquet, I’d be a glutton.If love were a bottle of vinegar, I’d be pickled in it. But what would my love be like? I’ll tell…
Srini in a Thai village In response to the post with the same pic on Srini’s blog It’s a long way to the end of the road My wheels turn on tirelesslyOn one side, the world as I know itCalls out to me enchanting in its various delightsAnd on the…