Journey

I do not remember the sign being there.  Candidly, I do not think there was a sign.  The place was open if...

The walkway was dimly lit and obscure.  I do not think anyone remembers it, except for those linked to choosing the...

I started my day reflecting on the couch with a painting dominating my vision.  I remember speaking with the artist when...

The days have been busy.  There are so many twists and turns that it is hard to keep things straight.  I keep...

I looked up, noted the time, and promptly lost track of the time of day with the conversation that followed.  There...

Yes, the cup in front of me has become more refined, the quality of the beans has improved, and the...

The conference room was the Library.   It was filled with artwork that respects one’s memories of books, study, and quietness.  The triptych...

I looked down, directed visually, and saw the room’s reflection.  As clear as the instructions were, I could not help realising...

The skies were dull as the light emerged for the day.  It felt as though the heavens were worried about her...

When I have an opportunity to enjoy a masala dosa, it is always more than the dish in front of...