The Owl and the Pussycat. The Owl said to the Pussycat let us repair the boat, sail again to the land of the bong- tree, and dance once again by the light of the moon. Friday, 30 January 2015. I tend to put work up on Twitter these days as it is much quicker for me, but I must try and keep pace with the old blog. Saturday, 10 January 2015. In this case the colour was opera rose. Sunday, 23 November 2014. Wednesday, 19 November 2014.

Friday, March 14, 2008. I was pondering over for some time to scribble something precious in this column, when this thing just came out of me. It came out so subtly and so delicately that, I prayed that it just continues till the end of eternity. But then how long do good feelings ever last? It fainted away slowly and then it stopped. I gave the best expression to manifest the. The last sentence was a mis-print.

Friday, November 18, 2011. Every now and then, you juggle up your life. Do a little something different. A personal blog, where I hope we can all share stories. Tuesday, August 09, 2011. In the womb, the sound of breathing is intrinsic to our being. In growing up in families, hopefully, the sound of breathing fills our ears. We grow up, and often out of our homes. Searching for the familiar sound of comforting breath.