Home?!The place where I spend my childhoodThe room that saw me evolved into a woman from a little oneThe pillows that caressed my broken heart’s tearsThe white curtains that let inside the breeze of joy into meAnd ever changing colors of wall that let out my moodThe veranda which let me be intoxicated with the… Continue reading Home.
When was a child, if someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, I would say “Happy”. Yes. I just wanted to be happy. No matter what job I did, where I lived, how much I earned at the end I wanted to be happy. I wanted to cuddle in my… Continue reading Happiness is a By-product.