Somewhere only we know

‘Home is something we keep recreating,’ somehow finding that single place that we call home is like finding the one, to a special song that always reminds me of the most beautiful times in my life ‘Somewhere only we know,’ I walked across an empty landI knew the pathway like the back of my handI…

Summer rain with ‘milk and honey’

We’re just too young to rush through life, aren’t we? Maybe, we just need to pause for a while and think of what we may regret 40 years later. Maybe, we don’t have to follow the crow for as long as we listen to our inner voice. And yet, that’s how we’ve learnt to be…

Reminisce over the good old days

Sometimes I wonder, isn’t it true that time is merely an illusion? from Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, “But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.”  “Success, after all, loves a witness, but failure can’t…

My fave novel in the world of 1950s Naples

“Adults, waiting for tomorrow, move in a present behind which is yesterday or the day before yesterday or at most last week: they don’t want to think about the rest. Children don’t know the meaning of yesterday, or even of tomorrow, everything is this, now: the street is this, the doorway is this, the stairs…

The paradox of learning to love

“Love isn’t something natural. Rather it requires discipline, concentration, patience, faith, and the overcoming of narcissism. It isn’t a feeling, it is a practice.”  “Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever….

Hotpot, the spiciness of those Sundays

To me, hotpot represents everything beautiful in my childhood memories. Hotpot is about family, friendships, and many other things I used to love. Hotpot is the memory of running around in our neighborhood while playing hide-and-seek with my childhood friends. I remember getting all sweaty by the heat and humidity of those summer days and…

Veggies and the start of a wonderful summer

“We might think we are nurturing our garden, but of course it’s our garden that is really nurturing us.” “Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” “And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things…