Tag: belonging

I love wandering through the aisles of fruits, vegetables, and herbs.  I consider their flavours, textures, and roles they have played ...

The lights changed, and I looked up.  The juxtaposition of branches, leaves, and lights left me with an image that I ...

I sat on the bench in the shade, enjoying the quietness, gentle breeze, and harmony.  It felt as though I was ...

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

The sun was out, the table was set, and everything was ready for the guests to arrive.  As long as I ...

A masala dosa makes for a great breakfast.  It was crisp, not oily, and with a hint of the sourness I ...

Today begins with a strong sense of family, past and present.  The house is still; nothing except my fingers is moving.  The ...

Two modes of transport were occupying a single space.  My first thought was to have “no comment” on who “rightly” belonged ...

It had already been a hectic day, with several meetings, one after the other, each coming from a different direction, ...