Winter blues is still coming at me with full force. Last week was about hitting rock bottom, while this week is more about sitting on the last vestiges of my lonely crumbling fortress, marvelling at the emptiness of it. A structure that’s pretty, colourful and serene, yet it’s construction is as imperfect as fallible me who erected … Continue reading
This week is all about winter blues. The glistening hoarfrost on the ground in the morning is nothing more now than the last chilly breath of winter before nature and its people awake anew. We can finally shed layers of clothing, and enjoy the touch of the sun’s warming rays on our face just a … Continue reading
These are the two women in my life that I love more than anything. This picture was taken on my grandma’s ninetieth birthday; she’s in the foreground, the other woman in the back is my mom. I live as an expat and don’t get to spend much time with my family. As my grandma is not getting any younger, we … Continue reading
Cradling my inner child I’m still hoping for some snow this winter, yet the endless optimism of nature fascinates me as, daring the last snarling bites of frost, the fearless blooming testifies to the imminent arrival of spring. Seeing the first buds on the trees and the snowdrops in the garden makes me feel equally disappointed and … Continue reading
I was out grocery shopping the other day, waiting in the queue, watching others around me. In the other line a woman with two small kids got to the cashier and said, quieting her voice: ‘I only have this much money, will you let me know when we get there?’ The woman in front of her, evidently a stranger, who … Continue reading
Postcards from the Country 