2014 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,500 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 25 trips to carry that many people.

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Adult: Living a poor quality of life

Do you think it is a coincidence that the word ‘adulteration’ contains the word ‘adult’? Afterall, in adulthood, so many joys are ‘adulterated’ compared to childhood? We are essentially living a ‘poorer’ quality of life for many reasons.

A thought struck me yesterday while conversing with my boss.

He was talking about his 5-year-old son and small joys in life. His exact statement goes something like this: It was only after I had a child that I understood how unadulterated children’s joys really are.


The word, adulterate, according to Oxford Dictionary, means to “render (something) poorer in quality by adding another substance.”

It struck me then, do you think it is a coincidence that it contains the word ‘adult’? Afterall, in adulthood, so many joys are ‘adulterated’ compared to childhood? We are essentially livingĀ a ‘poorer’ quality of life for many reasons.

The more I think of it, the more I feel awe for this link. It may be pure coincidence, but isn’t it something to think about?

What say you? Do tell me your views in the comments section.

A love letter to the guy who disappeared


Dear you,

As autumn turned winter, you disappeared, leaving the bed an even colder place to be in that season. As I laid shivering under the sheets, my heart cried for the warmth of the moments when we laughed together. I poured over ever syllable you had ever uttered; listened to your voice notes to hear the familiar bell of laughter; read each and every chat, and cried or laughed along. Somehow, I held on to fill the gaping hole in my heart. Nothing worked. I wished I could turn into a baby that raises its arms when it wants love. As insomnia struck, my favourite lullaby was the memory of your lips on my skin. All the while, I kept asking why. Was it something I did? Could I have done to stop you?

But, time never ceases. Life moves on. Seasons change and spring came. I finally learnt to let go. It took me a year, though. But what a year that was.

I went from being a disaster to strength. From lovey-doveyness to cynicism. And then I healed. I finally gave up on you.

You came back a few months later, but it was a different you. I was not me too. It was not easy to look at the new you. I kept going back to those times we shared. Those easy laughs and conversations.

Finally, I learnt to see reality without the rose tinted glasses of the beautiful past. It took a while, but I did.

Finally, you taught me to love myself. To not associate the goodness in me with the actions of anyone else, even their love.

What started as a love story with you, ended up as a love story with myself. And I must thank you for that.

I would not call you a villain. I call you the lesson that I needed to learn to appreciate myself, to learn not just self-preservation, but also self-love. After all, in those times I spent alone and lonely, I only had myself. Tomorrow, when I am alone again, I know I can bank on one person for sure — myself!

It’s been all these years, but I still haven’t forgotten. I haven’t stopped loving you — the you you were that glorious autumn. I just love me more.

Thank you.

Yours lovingly,

Dear Time

Source: http://consciouslifenews.com/3-ways-make-most-intuition/
Source: http://consciouslifenews.com/3-ways-make-most-intuition/

Dear Time, can you stop for a while?
So I can say goodbye,
to the moments that touched my heart;
Even the ones that made me cry;
End them with a full stop,
Instead of the three dots you’re known for.
Dear Time, can you slow down for a while?
I’d like to hug my friend,
Who’s no more in my life.
Or stare into those eyes,
that often filled my heart with warmth,
Before they turn all cold and dry.
Dear Time, can you pause and rewind?
I hate to leave my loved ones back.