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"Marana Veedu"

On Friday morning I woke up to the news that my father’s mother, my velliumma, had breathed her last and returned to her Lord. She was 78 years old when she passed to the next world.

Continue Reading 24 Feb 2019

Romantic love is overrated.

Romantic love is overrated. There I said it.

Continue Reading 13 Feb 2019

On the last day before flying back to Riyadh!

On the last day before flying back to Riyadh from Uganda my mother and I went to Protea for lunch. Located at a beautiful spot on the shores of lake Victoria (Africa’s largest fresh water lake) it’s a picturesque hotel and restaurant with a never ending cool breeze and great food to fuel you. Green lawns punctuated by palm trees swaying in the wind, a lovely pool (which my baby...

Continue Reading 07 Feb 2019

Dear Baby Z,

When did you learn how to fly? Cause it sure looks like you have taken off. Today marks 8 months of me as a mom and you as my little side plum.

Continue Reading 02 Feb 2019

I love stationery. I love paper. I love pretty journals. I love beautiful pens

One thing people close to me know about me is that I love stationery. I love paper. I love pretty journals. I love beautiful pens I can write with on the said pretty journals. And on top of all that I love a little time each day I can spend reflecting.

Continue Reading 31 Jan 2019

The Blooming Rose

If only we’d stop each time and smell the rose. If not that at least slow down to watch it sway and smile at its graceful dance with the wind and bees and the butterflies; blooming, welcoming them in, selflessly gifting its scent to everyone who merely passes by and cares to breathe in.

Continue Reading 28 Jan 2019
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