For the past three days I have been wondering what to write to commemorate Daddy´s fourth death anniversary today. Did I want to write another
I hate being lied to, especially when the liar is someone you are supposed to trust and depend on his / her / their service.
My day began in the waiting room of another orthopaedic clinic. I sought the second opinion of another doctor, got a far better response and
The photographs above are part of a series I shot in Laos some years back. I have often written about soul cleansing and decluttering, which,
All it takes is a whole week of sleepless nights and just like that, I wake up on a Saturday morning ready to whine about
“Awaken to the mystery of being hereand enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses. Receive