The frail man, ravaged by time, duped by life, lies in the makeshift bed of tattered clothes, staring at the roof. Today it is studded with just the tiny little dots, trying their best to cast a glow on the earth below, soldiers trying…
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.