New Year and the resolution to participate more in my life

I am writing this the day before 2021 officially starts its working day. I feel a bit agitated here because I have not done what I was supposed to do. My research paper’s long overdue and I couldn’t even get past few chapters on the results. My mind has not been on my side and

Shackles of Yesterday and the Promise of Today

My story always starts with my childhood. I have settled that it is both my gift and my curse. I have narrated over and over the passing of my mother that changed the course of our lives. Today, I began wondering and wandering- would our lives ever be different if she were still in it?

Discussion on Life’s inevitables

Yesterday, we attended the online Sunday Praise and Worship with the theme on MOTIVATE (ACRONYM). The topic was Intimacy (Relationship). After the service, we talked a little about life, forgiveness and surrender. My husband is not a talker and usually avoids difficult conversations on life like ambitions, passion, struggles, and specifically death. Last night, while

Father’s Day and what sacrifice means

Every time I read stories of people narrating how they were raised by amazing selfless dads, I can’t stop my tears from welling. I was raised by a “rockstar” father. Even at the age of 60, his heart still prefers to be with his bandmates more than his children. He did provide for us as

Loneliness Strikes

“You are stronger than you think you are.” Often I respond with pride, “I know.” But the truth is, it slips through my understanding what being strong really means. Life was never unfair, and God therefore is always reasonable. He gives and so He takes. Your intentions therefore your outcome. No matter how the words

2017- The Year that was

I’ve always wondered why a new year has to be celebrated. When I was little I remembered the festive feel it gives, the food, and the noise. I was just sort of- going with the flow. As life grow inside of me, I was given answers to some questions and usually answers aren’t absolute as

It’s time to heal

Robert Browning once said, “Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.” Memories rushed in, pain seared through and loneliness kicked in. I was listening a hundred times to Adele’s new single “All I ask” just seconds ago and loneliness stocked up like those pieces of paper on my desk that needed attention. I did not

Marriage and Expectations

Last night, while trying to insert reading into my day my husband teased me by intently trying to annoy me. I quickly asked him to stop but he playfully provoked me into having a fight. And I asked, do you really want to fight? Few minutes after I asked what they want for breakfast the

There is nothing wrong with me, or you, or them

My assertive character is sometimes misunderstood. When I start asking questions on how things are done and why they are done in such manners, some find that intimidating. And I find myself explaining that when I ask questions, it only means I wanted to understand. I wanted to understand why mistakes at work happen so

I miss you cupcakes!

I miss baking! I miss it too much that I daydream of spatula and whisks in the midst of the crowd under the scorching sun and the air breathing of pollution. And my oven, are you being taken cared of? I miss your handles! Oh yes! My cupcake liners, too!   ❤  

Are you a Highly Sensitive Person?

I was browsing through Facebook yesterday when I bumped into a shared article about love. Since it is the month of St. Valentine, please allow me to delve into it. The article about How To Love A Human Being was shared by my mentor, I always read what she shares. Usually those articles are for

The Smell of New Pages

I know that it’s becoming handy, environment-saving and practical to own e-books than actual books you flip through. However, there is something about the latter, its papers and inks and its smell that gives the initial pleasure (that sure sounds weird) but really, touching the book and opening its pages seems more profound than electronically flipping