Tiles Tell A Tale
Memories
I've always liked art but am not a connoisseur or someone who can talk about the depth in a painting, the feeling or half the things those cravat-wearing types do, standing around in an art gallery. I just know if something appeals to it. Sometimes it does piecemeal, and other times holistically but I know... Continue Reading →
Being Firm…
It's extremely easy to be firm. Till it isn't. You decide you won't let your child indulge in excesses or in things out of turn but somehow it's always easier to do so when work or personal life comes knocking on your door. Sometimes it's SO easy to just rationalize it all out and say,... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 