The lone cloud whispers is loneliness your friend, asks he. Yes, I mutter, a friend she is in dark nights, in solemn days when my heart cries, when the soul screams, she holds me tight. Smiles and sighs the cloud, she is my friend…
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.