Braving the wilderness

When I was young, I always thought that life was unfair. I always hated the world for treating everyone right, but me. I always hated those nights of burning the midnight oil while crying my eyes out because I didn’t understand why my life was so different from my peers. I didn’t know the reason…

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…

The secret of nature

“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.” “In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted,…

The story never ends

“Everything in the world was in precarious balance, pure risk, and those who didn’t agree to take the risk wasted away in a corner, without getting to know life.”  “She was explaining to me that I had won nothing, that in the world there is nothing to win, that her life was full of varied…

Solitude

“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”  “How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary…

Life of the hummingbird

To be honest, I’m a huge fan of a non-fiction work that Elizabeth Gilbert wrote quite a while ago, called “Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear.” And then, it was her talk of the hummingbirds and the idea of following your curiosity wherever it leads you to instead of chasing after passion that made me…

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…