Nope. My Portland-Seattle connection was the one flight that was forgotten by god in ever so many ways as I would soon figure out.
The Neapolitan Novels
Does this mean I regret reading these books? Absolutely not. To read a sentence, a paragraph, a story, a book that sucks you in in your entirety, making you frown and shake your head at the choices of the characters, weep for their pain, judge their internal world fiercely, gasp at certain things they do and agree with them on certain others – that fulfills my deepest needs from the act reading.
Daughter of the planet
Earth won.
Like it won every single soul it held thus far
Like every parent beaming with joy for a newborn
Like every plant winning its first bloom.
Six cups
The child, searching for any scrap of uniqueness, for definitions in her confused search for identity in the world she had landed in — and who, as I’ve mentioned before, did not have much else going on — clutched the number seven proudly to her heart, as if losing it meant losing a vital fraction of the little that set her ever so slightly apart from ordinary.
Winter Switzerland – An oasis of stillness amidst chaos
With the warmth of the sunbeams on my skin, I arrived inside my body after a long time, with nothing else on my mind except the sheer pleasure of existing as a mere earthly creature that needs its star to be well.
Hands in my pockets
I stay still and watch,
Stoically? Not only.
Helplessly.
Boarding passes and Bookmarks
When am reading on a plane there is an obvious candidate for a bookmark. The Boarding Pass. There is a symbiotic relationship between the two, like an egret picking flies off a cow.
Where is happiness – 2?
Happiness, I think, lies at the end of a good work-week.
Baby Coconut
But really, baby coconuts powerfully rule over the hearts of Malayali children who grow up in rural Kerala.
Andalusia – I
Unedited photography from Andalusia.
Alleys 
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