This is a blog born of passion. Not to generalize but to share the views from my own lens.

Scribbling down my wandering thoughts, observations and beauty
This is a blog born of passion. Not to generalize but to share the views from my own lens.

The last post dates back to 22nd January, 2022. Four years since the last jot. Many things have happened and forgotten over those years. The last years of my twenties ended. Has been waking up to a new day each day. Some days are little easier to wake up to than to others. Some nights are easier to fall asleep to than the rest. Has been accumulating days to turn to year and those four years since the last post. Looking back, the years have just slipped by. Of the many things that wouldn’t be forgotten in those four years would be losing a brother to an accident. Appreciation of the preciousness of this life and realising the fragility of life has been one of the greatest lessons of those years and probably for the life.
I scrolled through my past posts and come to think, may be jotting down might be one of the many ways I can somehow map my life journey. Somehow travel back vividly to the memories and lessons I might forget over the years. That it takes me to the moment through those pages as I was done today.

So here is to coming back into jotting down memories, thoughts and my wandering thoughts in my thirties and forwards.
Here is to the old endings and restart of what was left halfway.
Here is to whatever life may have to offer and whatever I create, offer and take in this life.
Here is to Happy New Lunar Year 2026! Cheers! As I sign off with the first post of the year.
P.S: still my wandering thoughts 💕💕💕

What was your id again?
I haven’t forgotten your name
But since your id isn’t your name
I have forgotten
I used to scroll through:
Your profile
Checking on what you must be up to
Didn’t really say much
Coz you don’t post much
Just as you used to never tell much
Has it been this long?
Even my search history doesn’t remember your id
I have changed my id
To my name
Well, I made it today. I made it after a heavy lunch. Not good but still better.

Today is yet another day to fully be present in the moment.

Sharing all the kindness and love.
Well, I showed up for 3rd day too! I am updating this post from the same station but from the opposite far end from where I was yesterday. Getting on to the train from this end will ease my exit from the change terminal. My train is in 8 another minutes as I update this blog.

It seems and feels like a fine weather. So, I am filled with fullness. I am deciding to show up to my best and do my best wherever and whatever I do every single moment. This moment I am here! Completely!

Sharing abundance of kindness and being present in the moment.
Today is yet another day to live life to the fullest. Show up to what you really want to show up to. Don’t keep putting away things. We are here together.
Well, I am updating this post from a train station today. I made it today too! Cheers to myself. Cheers to the 2nd day of walking many few steps.
I was talking with my friend the whole time I was walking and jogging. I am way too early for my train today. I had to wait around 20 minutes. May be I could have gone to the third station which will take me another 20-30 mins. Anyways, let me rest that idea for tomorrow.

As always I share with you overflowing blessings and kindness. Today is yet another day to living life to the fullest.

Well, I am updating this blog in the train while on my way to work. My train journey is quite long. It is 38 minutes long ride excluding another 10 minutes after the train change in another terminal. So you can say it is time enough to update a blog, read a book, listen to music, do some meditation or take a long nap after a long hour night sleep. I am either reading or mostly taking a long nap. I used to set timers when I started, but now I don’t even require a timer to wake up at the end of the journey (tell me about adaptation 😆). Today I am trying something different than my normal journeys, but I may read the book if I finish this update and still have some time left on my hands (laps/any part of my body).
Well, I just realised that I keep starting my sentence with “well” for couple of times these few days. Well (here again), I have been gaining weight! I wouldn’t mind if it was the weight I put to be healthy but it is unwanted fat that is storing in my body. Of course I know the cause: lots of eating (I don’t like to mention it as overeating), laziness and many more. Those two are the most prominent in my case. I have been telling my friend on this matter, needless to say he sees it 😜
He was suggesting I take a run from home to the next station, the next station from which I usually walk to. I agreed to it at first go. I thought it didn’t sound so bad for an idea. Ideas are exciting and easy but it is the application that requires showing up and really doing it. The map shows that it will require me 33 minutes to reach the station. So I head-started it today. Guess what? I even caught the train earlier than my usual one. It isn’t so bad for the first day. Looking forward to second day.
See, I am already at the end of my blog and I still have sometime. My book is already ready on my laps. Good day peeps. It is yet another day and another life to live life to fullest.

P.S: sharing overflowing positivity and blessings everyday
I know the beauty of a wall that holds a flower. I know the struggle of the flower that climbed to the wall. And I know a hand that planted and built the wall. I have seen the flowers bloom on a wall. The dusty wall with flowers. I call the wall, the flower wall. The little boy, as little as two years walking in the neighborhood stops to observe the flower wall. I don’t know what goes through in his tiny developing brain. Or does he wonder too?

The flower wall makes me wonder too. It makes me wonder in spring when the wall is filled flowers.

I am thinking of some lines
With no actual intent of writing
Many thoughts are flowing
Particularly, right now
The songs that are playing in my ears
Some beats my head a shake
Others don’t really
But I listen to all
Neither skipping
Nor repeating
I was thinking of a line as this
“Myself in me”
Until I came to a train stop
Until two ladies and a boy
In their pink and black overcoats came in
The one in the pink must be mother
And the one in the black must be mother’s mother: Grandma to that little boy
Who must be around 5 years
Of many thoughts today
That was running with the flow in my mind
Came to a distraction
And I actually I wrote this.
This if you call it a poem
Or if you don’t: a distraction.
I am distracted with thoughts

Things that doesn’t require understanding.



Some sing the cow goes “baa” while some sing the cow goes “moo”. We may say and hear things in the language we understand from, but I haven’t met someone with different language for laughter and cry. At the end of the day, aren’t we all looking for the common language? That we cry less and laugh more. In the little things we do and bigger dreams we want to achieve. Deriving a bit of laughter and happiness even from the flowers on our sidewalks.




P.S: A post inspired from a conversation with friends on the evening walk.