a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Thought for the day. From Robert Frost and a set of brilliant graphic designers. Dedicated to me and other people like me who know of the many options available, and struggle to choose between what they love and what they must do. Sometimes travelling a road frequented often might make all the difference. Sometimes otherwise.
I’m not a huge poem connoisseur, but this I’ve always had a weak spot for Rudyard Kipling’s works. Not just because he wrote so much about India, but that they had a certain soul to them. I had read ‘If’ by Kipling when I was younger, but I think it is now that I understand a bit of what he meant to tell us. If you can keep your head … Continue reading “If.” →
They call it a crazy little thing called love for a reason. Sometimes it waltzes into your life. Other times you are probably looking for it for eons. Some love is here to stay. Others are momentary like a shooting star. There is the love that you can sing to the world about. And there is the one you would smile to yourself to. Love that is unshakable. Love that breaks … Continue reading “Crazy Little Thing” →
The mush movies have often been my bane. Everything is so dreamy about them, that they feel surreal. There are a few, however that have a few thoughts, moments, words that stay with me. Such was the story of ‘What If’ Regrets have always scared me. The thought of not being able to muster the courage to say or do something at the opportune moment and spend eons thinking about … Continue reading “What If…” →