The night terrors are back with a vengeance. It has been a while and I thought I had put it behind me, but for whatever reason, I haven’t been sleeping well lately. The dreams are vivid, far too vivid for my liking and it seems as though I am caught up in one of my
Category: zen
A common feedback that I receive about my photography is that there is a lot of darkness involved, a fact that I will not deny. Yesterday was no exception, after I posted the photograph above on social media. Here’s the thing, the way we perceive things, situations, people and manifest them in our writing or
Four be the things I am wiser to know:Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe. Four be the things I’d been better without:Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt. Three be the things I shall never attain:Envy, content, and sufficient champagne. Three be the things I shall have till I die:Laughter and hope and a sock in
Without realizing it, the battery had run out on my watch and I thought I had 20 minutes to kill before my scheduled appointment yesterday. It was cold, windy and I was in no mood to go window shopping. The next best option was to pop into a little Turkish cafe where I hang out
What better way to begin the Year of the Rat than with abundance – a brunch table that fulfilled all the cravings of sweet, salty, sour and spicy, followed by an indulgent afternoon at a photography exhibition. The principal reason for me to make a yearly visit to the Willy-Brandt-Haus is the Sony World Photography
After everyone else around me has been battling the cold or the flu, it finally caught up with me. I thought I had managed to sail right past it and was about to toot my horn about the power of vitamin C and all, but nooooo, the weather had to to all menopausal and blow
I left the house this morning at the usual time, which in these days means at the crack of dawn. Am trying out a morning routine that actually gets me out the door on time or earlier, and so far it is working. The cold wind felt like a slap in the face though, and
Winter is definitely not my favourite season and the list of things I dislike about it is far longer than the positive items. Layers (and layers) of clothing: when I first moved to Berlin back in 2001, one of the aspects of living here that my then three-year-old daughter and I had a devil of
One of the greatest parenting secrets my mother passed on was to raise my child as a friend, a best friend. So when my daughter asked me recently what my opinion is about the phrase “I am not your friend, I am your mother” I was rather shocked. In my book, I cannot possibly imagine
The photograph above was taken last night at the Berlin Rathaus Spandau subway station, to me one of the most beautiful and charming stations of the Berliner subway. There are a lot of interesting stations around the city, no doubt about that, but this one never ceases to enchant me. Call it home turf pride
