Throbbin’ heartsNo, not for the slimy palms or the stench of hidrosis Or the cigarette-tinged breath and the nauseating halitosisNov 20, 2022Nov 20, 2022
The cherry on topYesterday, after a long day full of meetings and workshops, while walking the streets of Istanbul near my hotel in Sisli, I got tempted by…Jun 28, 2022Jun 28, 2022
The writer’s blockPenelope grew up listening to her father read out a story to her every night before she went to bed. She grew up into becoming an avid…Dec 7, 2021Dec 7, 2021
The drip waltzFrom what was once a glistening piece of art, with its sculpted contours mirroring everything around it in an optical distortion, what now…Nov 20, 2021Nov 20, 2021
The COVID surge and the ensuing collapse of human valuesMore than the lacunae in healthcare infrastructure, or the understaffed and overworked medical personnel (the frontline warriors), the…May 3, 2021May 3, 2021
The #WFHSunrise challenge, one year onExactly one year ago, I’d published my experience about a life-transforming 30-day challenge, thanks to Otsal Wangchuk’s #wfhsunrise…Apr 27, 2021Apr 27, 2021
Jilted flowersNo, I cannot risk knowing the truth, I cannot ask Let me cling on to that ray of hope, let me bathe in its baskFeb 12, 20211Feb 12, 20211
How a lockdown unlocked opportunities for self-growthUsing the COVID-19 lockdown to make a virtue of necessity: Instilling good habits via Otsal Wangchuk’s #WFHSunrise ChallengeApr 27, 20201Apr 27, 20201
Under the open and barren skiesGreeting me with a red-carpet welcome, of fallen leaves by the tree-lined street, soaked and heavy with yesterday’s rainApr 20, 2020Apr 20, 2020
A minimalism of the heartStoic, closed, indifferent, selfish — some of the many adjectives people used to describe Ferdie, a middle-aged man who stayed alone in a…Dec 27, 2019Dec 27, 2019