Note: This piece won’t help anybody get better at playing chess
No harm was caused, but somebody did notice. For that I am grateful. Thanks Randomly Me !
Johnson Kee did you notice, too? Sorry. This is where you tell me it hurts me more than it hurts you. A good line to use with your…
For many years now I have been growing a large part of the food we eat. It is no big deal, actually. My wife and I have long been…
I don’t know that I’m especially enamored with Medium as a platform, or the fact I’ve committed to authoring a minimum of one hundred words as part of my commitment to 100 Naked Words, but I think I’m starting to see the value in it.
A lot has changed in the last 24 hours. We (India) have won one Bronze Medal thanks to the lovely Sakshi Malik for Wrestling and thanks to PV Sindhu making it to the Badminton Final, we have a sure shot at a Silver Medal. Last night, I didn’t…
I really don’t understand why people do it.
I can understand people who hunt for food. Be it with a gun, a spear, using a trap, or whatever means they decide upon.
September 1st, 2015
My letter was ready for a week.
Should I put it in an envelope? Or just leave it on her desk? Maybe I should wait until my colleagues leave the office?
Not having air conditioning sucks. Especially in the increasingly hot summer days. Just as everything just seemed to be on an upswing — people were smiling instead of frowning, legs were liberated, and the streets were buzzing joyfully…
Share your knowledge, contribute your insights, and teach what you know to someone else who needs them, to people who is willing to learn.
Sharing our knowledge is what makes us human.
To identify myself with any kind of creative endeavour feels so strange, so, out of character, I need psychological tricks to coax me along.
These helps:
The last two articles weren’t written by myself but by friends. I let them dictate what they wanted to say and I wrote it down.
I admire how easy it is for them to find their words. I don’t know if this is only because it was their first time and inspiration was flowing, or if…
Life hangs sometimes
Like old spider’s webs,
Their wonder wrung out,
swaying useless in the breeze,
All the occupants long since departed,
No life left, no wonder.
