I try to delve into a few spaces of her life; one that she has carefully built – bit by bit, day by day, person by person, work by work, … Continue reading Spaces
I thought the term was lah-dee-dah but the dictionary told me otherwise. Mmhmm. So yes, while i love my filter kaapi (coffee) made in pure South Indian style, i do … Continue reading La-di-da
On a mini-holiday at the beach last weekend, i broke the nail of my left thumb. It cracked horizontally, right in the middle, looking like melting, glassy ice with a … Continue reading The Importance of Your Left Thumb
I’ve chased sunrises and sunsets but tonight, I chased you. Out of the window of our car, I gazed at you as you peeked from behind clouds and skyscrapers. Why … Continue reading Chasing the Moon
Delete the drafts of the emails you’ll revisit, reword but never send of the letters you’ll write but crumple and throw of the messages with emoticons you don’t feel of … Continue reading Drafts
The only reason I am glad I don’t own a dog/dogs is because I don’t have to go through the heartbreak of losing them.
I fall deeply in love with friends’ pets and when they die, it depresses me like few things do.
Dogs bring so much joy into our world. A listening year, a warm lick, a playful nudge, a moist nose, a wagging tail knocking things down or just a pair of eyes you can’t ever say “no” to – they bring it all.
And when they leave, they take with them a world of goodness, leaving a void that refuses to be filled.
Remembering one of my favourites – Bubbles – as she celebrates her birthday today in Doggie Heaven. The stars, my dear, must be smiling with you.
Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really.
Agnes Sligh Turnball