My dad’s rickety old car I now wish to ride The one that would break down always, too lazy to carry its passengers to places in one single smooth ride. A tyre puncture, overheating, an oil change would always punctuate a road trip. Stranded…
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.