The skies open up Manna showers from heavens, its cracked edges melting, the parched earth turns supple In the middle of the fields there, a lone farmer stands in happiness he soaks a prayer he mouths, a gentle rumble echoes as someone acknowledges.
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.