I am alive, if that’s what you are wondering ( haven’t been off WordPress for such a long time- though I do comment here and there once in a while ). But that aside, I have to tell admit that the spectrum of experience am being subjected to is…fascinating. I wish I could sit and pen everything thats hitting me.

I wish.

Beautiful things don’t seek attention

Or, at least, not everything beautiful should be captured by ink and paper. However, the part of us which lives through it knows well that things are never going to be the same again.

And thankfully so.



That, certainly, is most unexpected!

But perhaps, it is like what Tyler said

Losing all hope was freedom.

Of course, it is too early to say anything. But at least, there is someone to look up to now. She certainly is… something. More importantly, she is interested- which usually doesn’t happen :P

Second chances, right? I know.
I always did.

PS- Do you think I should write about it here? Or, should I make this – and the coming posts on her- private?


How can..

Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the gate:
“To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods,

“And for the tender mother
Who dandled him to rest,
And for the wife who nurses
His baby at her breast,
And for the holy maidens
Who feed the eternal flame,—
To save them from false Sextus
That wrought the deed of shame?

Read the whole of it here

Beyond cute

What is it about them that melts us every single time? Even the most time hardened, self-proclaimed unemotional folks.


Though of course, I believe they are fun as long as they are not yours ;)

While we are on this topic, there is one interesting aspect that amazes me about people these days. I know of many couples who insist on having biological kids of their own rather than adopting someone who equally, if not more, deserves a home. Nothing wrong with it in absolute terms, but it does blow on the face of the charade that they put up about “love”.

Worse are those who chant about adopting a kid before marriage and make a u-turn afterwards. A mother, that is if you really have the potential, shouldn’t differentiate whether her child comes from her womb or someone else’s.

I am given to understand that this is an extreme stand on a sensitive issue and it may offend a lot of people ( my parents are, everytime we talk about it ). But I rather be unbalanced and blunt than stable and toothless. This is what I believe and am going to follow it myself even if marriage doesn’t come along – which is the most probable scenario.

Or, if I find myself incapable of raising a child myself, why waste anyone’s life?

There. I said it.

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PS- wrote this after reading a heart wrenching article on children in Gaza. Explains the over-the-top reaction, doesn’t it?