Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I first colored my hair while in the fag end of my 30s. It wasn't to cover up the greys (which am convinced are a sum total of the number of years I've been married and how old TO is) but to see if a different color was my thing. It was. And while my... Continue Reading →
Kids are trouble. If our parents had known that then and unless they were full of the love of humankind our existence would be voided. But this is a more realistic and non-candy floss way of looking at having kids. The making of the kids is probably the best part of the entire deal but... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 