That great oak in my grandma’s garden my long lost friend, For many a summer evening I spent her leaves rustling a gentle music As a dreamy me weaved dreams. Years hence, here we stand The great oak and I, she looks at me…
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.