December 27, 2014


I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

~ Joyce Kilmer, “Trees"


The more often we see the things around us - even the beautiful and wonderful things - the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds - even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.

~ Joseph B. Wirthlin.


"For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured. At least by the person who's waiting.

~ Haruki Murakami
(South of the Border, West of the Sun)

July 2, 2014

Offline online

She mused about how many different ways there were to keep in touch these days.
Especially online - one-to-one and one-to-one-but-can-be-seen-by-many. 

Which is why the message is particularly clear when no means seem to "reach" someone.
Oh well.

March 17, 2014

Quote - Unquote

This quote probably summarizes my take on friendships...

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment

Haruki Murakami

February 23, 2014


Was dating a co-worker ever a good idea?
Was it only physical? Was there no mental connect?

Feeling ecstasy to feeling shame. 
Feeling pleasure to feeling used.
Her mind always vacillated. 

She wished she could find out. 
Only, if he were not married.


Oiling your face means you will love your mother more.

Would it work the other way around?” wondered 5-year old Malutty, about her muthassi’s* tip.
She poured out a handful. 

And hoped her step-mom would love her more. 

* Muthassi = Grandma (in Malayalam)