The taxi crawls, the croaking radio blasts an 80’s song . The driver is whinging about the rotten traffic. Bikes and rickshaws snake past. Chaos all around. I am home. I sit and listen to the muted noise of hawkers and horns. I am…
A Mom, a Blogger, an Engineer. Identities that define me, only partly. For I am also a Maverick, I am also a believer in Magic and many Gods. I am a free spirit.
And I am a storyteller.
I weave stories, some creating pathos, some giving us hopes, some urging us to believe in dreams, some just making us happy.
Amidst those stories are also stories from my own life as I strive creating warmth for my tiny family in our small place under the sun.