From the pen of a loved one …

Busy lives. People rushing. Cars honking, bicycles, rickshaws, taxis. Self-involved. See the world through your own eyes, not understanding perspectives or preferences of others. Focused on here and now not there or then. ‘Each day has enough trouble of its own.’ I don’t want to live with my eyes on trouble every single day. To …

Music = Mnemonic

I love music. I always have. If I’m awake, you’ll rarely find me without music, unless I’m spending some quiet time with God. I suppose this aspect of my life comes down to being a creature of culture rather than being my parents’ child, coz I don’t remember music being a feature of our household. …

Single?

It’s been a week full of crazy conversations about relationships and being single and DTRs*. Sure, there are advantages to being single. But sometimes, as one friend put it, “All I want is to know; I just want to know that in the end, something will work out …” And when it’s a subject this …

Muse

In some exciting news (well, it’s exciting for me), I wrote my first song for the first time in a long time; it’s called “Muse/Claire”: You’re my muse; this song’s for you and all you help me do. You lift me when I’m blue … When I see you, the words come crashing out, emotions …