Journey

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...

Spring is on the way. In my life, it is a time of spiritual seasons, birthdays, and new chapters.  I am...

The elevator door was cold.  Looking at it created a sense of blunt directness.  Nothing fancy.  Functional, to the point.  I could wait patiently...

I went in for some food.  I left with much more.  I had experienced a bite of Tamil soul and was changed...

The nearby mall is organised and convenient.  There are multiple entrances for parking, and the directions on how to get in...

I woke craving an old-school South Indian breakfast of dosas, vadas, and filtered coffee. In my quest, I found a...

The diffuser has seen better days.  It has been broken more than once.  It was shattered, ready to be tossed.  I hesitated for...