The Grasping

It’s happening again. When I’m convinced that only one thing will save me, will bring me the stability I crave so much, I grasp. I grasp like a person drowning in the deep, dark ocean with no land in sight, desperately reaching out so that I can stop myself from going under. Except I should…

To everything there is a season … turn, turn, turn.

“Autumn …. the year’s last, loveliest smile” – William Cullen Bryant (author) I love Autumn. Wandering through the heaths and parks, you can’t miss the distinct inward turn of energy in the air. An absolute contrast to the exuberance of summer. Its as if the trees have decided to say goodbye to all the partying…

Life does not need a prep course

  The other day, a friend was crying over her relationship. She’s been in a similar state for over a year now. I brought up the possibility of breaking up. “I can’t. I just can’t do it. I’m not as brave as you are.” I nearly sputtered my tea all over the already tear-stained table….

The story of a heart

“Listen to your heart,” sang Roxette. Words that sound innocuous enough but for some people it is a lifetime battle to do this task justice. It obviously doesn’t help that your heart speaks a strange, garbled language. Perhaps, Elvish. Perhaps, something else. I don’t know.┬áIt doesn’t help that it whispers. Or rather barely whispers and…

#Delve: Grace

Sometimes words never seem enough to describe a situation or a concept. We try and come as close to it as we can but only a facet of what we really experience is revealed. I find grace one such concept: “to bring honour or credit to (something or someone) by one’s attendance and participation” ……

Here’s a piece of advice

This is what I’ve realised about advice – it’s got a hell a lot to do with the person giving it. It’s about their own fear about uncertainty or death. It’s about their discomfort with pain. It’s about not wanting to face the fact that sometimes life is not in their own hands. A good…

Signs – the sea birds and Alexandria

Chief architect of Alexandria, Dinocrates, needed to mark out the shape of the new city’s future roads, houses and water channels. But there was no chalk available so he used barley flour instead. But when the grain was scattered to mark the relevant angles, flocks of sea birds would snoop down and feast. Many considered…

The King of Spice

I’ve got lots of strange habits. And this is probably one of my favourites. On days when the London sky is grey and I have woken up with absolute no motivation, I go into my kitchen and twist open the lid of an old jam jar where I keep my black peppercorns – and I…

Living serendipitously

I was reading the guardian article about Sebastiano Magnanini. He had tried to steal a $1M painting in Venice. He worked as a high-end tour guide at the temples of Siem Reap and Phnom Penh. According to his friends, he knew everything about the history of those temples. He was neighbours with a sculptor, Sarah…