First person narratives
The bird of happiness nested in my hair, Brushed away all my world weary cares, Breathed the softest song into my ear, Brought me everything my hearts craves. The litte boat woven from beautiful dreams, Rocked its way from rivulet to stream, Oh! Steer gently the bend, little boat You
Life
The beautiful vistas, the azure seas, The rolling plains, the golden sands. The stuff of your childhood dreams, Then, why are you this stranger in a strange land? Your heart knows no own hearth, The search is quelled by no iron hand, You sleep on the softest bed, Still, you&
Family
I never realised how easily you fall into old habits till I found myself putting the chicken bone on my mother's plate. That has always been one of my 'thing's, along with collecting a bunchload of random factoids, reading every single scrap of paper in
Arbit
One step. Into oblivion. The waves rolled on, regardless of the life snuffed out on the rocks far far below the sheer cliff. Noone knew who she was. There was no convenient identification, no daytripper bag lurking in the sparse vegetation. It was how it was. It was how it
First person narratives
Or Alexandria is like Cannes with acne. Thanks to Michael Palin I knew what to expect. Alexandria was the French Riviera with tones of Bombay thrown in. After all, Egypt WAS India, wasn't it? "Ah, so you are going to Alex!", my teammate said. I was
First person narratives
"Cairo is like Bombay", I decided the moment I walked out of the aircraft. The air had the same spicy tang that greets you in India, the heat was like a warm blanket- just uncomfortable enough to want you to take a bath, like, immediately. The airhostess had
Third person narratives
They were young- their lives stretched before them. They were sensitive and idealistic. They felt like, just sometimes, it was them against the world. They shared dreams and despair, laughter and life. Till it all changed. When one of them wanted to settle down and the other didn't.
IIMB
A perpetual giggle fest. I'd been planning to go to London for work and just drop into the Hilton and meet up with old friends, but the work didn't happen. Loathe to change my plans, I still took the Eurostar to Ole Blighty and met up
Life
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves
Arbit
The Inner Voice A new realisation- you know that inner voice that sounds out all the words you read in daily life? Lately, mine has a French accent. Especially with words like passage (puh-sahge), orange (or-hange) and message (meh-sahge). Comment allez-vous, ma cherie? (Koh-month ah-lleh woo, mah sherry?) "Bring
Crazy Stuff
Kayak.com From: BRU. LHR. CDG. FRA To: COK . BOM ... I thought about it a while and typed decisively. BOM. 17th April 2009. It was the first time I was going home in almost a year. And hell, I wasn't going to lose my chance to go and
Growing Up
And the world has ruined itself. What has happened, my friends?