A sweet memento I was a silent child growing up. As I recall, I have spent most of the time of my childhood observing the world and immersing myself in it, without speaking much. Everything felt fascinating to me during those day…

Becoming your own person   “What kind of person are you?” “Well. I don’t know. Will you give me some time to process?.….(1 hour later) Let me think..(1 day later) What kind of person am I? (1 year later) Let me think. Who…

Cottage It wasn’t amid the woods Like you see in the tales Where you see smokes Coming out of chimneys It wasn’t that But as cozy as that I can tell you It wasn’t on the top of the mountains either Where the cool wind blows a l…

The beauty of an ordinary life   It was one fine afternoon. Me and my friends had all gathered up in a room. Some were sitting in bed. While some of us were sitting on the floor. We had a presentation coming within an hour …