I came home. Cooked my dinner and prepped for Lunch. Sat patiently in front of my laptop to write you my dear blog.
But no words.
Maybe because I changed my direction of sitting.. Hmmmm, too much for Feng Shui or Vaastu.
Cooking Happiness Here
I came home. Cooked my dinner and prepped for Lunch. Sat patiently in front of my laptop to write you my dear blog.
But no words.
Maybe because I changed my direction of sitting.. Hmmmm, too much for Feng Shui or Vaastu.
Things and reasons of my survival: Words+Nature+Life Each and every person has a story to tell and I want to be their writer. Travelling for me is like coming home and living out of a suitcase, well that’s what I want to be. Philanthropist at soul. Loves Nature. Adore kids. Love gyan. Laughing is a therapy. Who Am I? A nomadic at heart, crazy in mind and childish in bones. I never really felt connected with the normal day to day life and always felt that there is something strangely wrong with everyone around me who are busy running behind their “ducks in a row” or I am funnily crooked up in head. My writing process started as an attempt to understand my role in all this jazz around me. So here I am, writing away to glory. Not sure what I want to achieve but who cares, right?