My son's favored form of worship.
My son's favored form of worship.
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
When one has a persisting case of this...the words are hard to come by.
At a pre-Diwali party held recently, we had mirth upto our eyeballs and then some. And while it does no good to harp on the difficult year everyone's been through; the enjoyment for me is enhanced because everyone I see on a daily basis is healthy and largely happy. A bunch of us started playing... Continue Reading →
I used to love horror movies. I utterly enjoyed the heck out of them and I was ghoulish enough to rate them on the BCI- Body Count Index...you know where you check to see if enough people are ending up dead or not. I realized early on that the BCI is directly proportional to my... Continue Reading →