a memoir of etchings and wanderings
There have been so many days when I have sat and stared at the ‘New Post’ page, felt a flush of things I would like to let out, and ended up not being able to write anything. However, things are rather morose and have been looking down, through the past few weeks. Highlights: I missed yet another trip to the Taj Mahal I have yet again, been rendered homeless I … Continue reading “Sinking” →
Spent almost all my time looking for an apartment in vain. Not to miss not having a vehicle to drive one from broker to broker, an apartment with violently violet ceilings to another with only the first layer of plaster in place. Frustrating spelt out in caps. I hate being a nomad. The irony lies in the fact that I have been raised in the Middle East. However, i have … Continue reading “Weekend update!” →