“It is not how many times we get lost, but how many times we seek the path, again and again, that determines our level of
“I fish to scratch the surface of those mysteries, for nearness to the beautiful, and to reassure myself the world remains. I fish to wash
23 April was the first anniversary of my Dad’s passing. I found these words among his papers – neatly copied in his own handwriting. You
Hard to believe that this is a post office until you see the signs. This quaint post office is in Mahabaleshwar, Maharashtra. The good building
We hardly see sparrows any more and that is sad. I’m glad to report that there is a concerted effort to bring them back. Today
There is no perfection, only beautiful versions of brokenness.” ― Shannon L. Alder Joining Esha and Natasha for #Wordless Wednesday this week.
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.