As I stepped outside this morning and felt blessed. Not sure this is the best word as it has heavy religious connotations and I am not. I guess I felt blessed by what I believe in the most: nature. The sun was still rising, a bright blue sky with pink…

Today I love my city. The first days of spring always have the most invigorating impact on New York and its inhabitants. Hari Krishna’s are out chanting, the biker riding along union Square with his radio blasting hip-hop in the sun. Overhearing the ASCAP volunteer in a deep conversation with…

I entered the fourth decade of my life not long ago. One known for introspection, mid-life crisis, achievements, left-over to do lists. 40 is the new 30 or so they say — kind of waiting on this one still. The previous decade was hard. I lost both my parents and…

I have been enduring an excruciating headache for the last three days. It reminds me how our body and spirit are so intertwined and intimately connected. As my neuro functions are not rolling at 100% it affects so many part of my life and my personality. I lack patience. My creativity is limited due to my lack of connection to the outside world. My inside world demanding such big amounts of attention.

During an insightful conversation on the train on the way to work one morning, my friend and I talked about previous relationships. Not uncommon but the conversation landed on how some people once over their partner, completely flip their behavior and get as cold as icebergs. …

As I am watching water flowing down the vase, finding it’s way through and around rocks and sand, it suddenly strikes me as seeing for the first time concretely what a mother’s love feels like. It fills every little part of you. Forever. It’s the little things…

I am a visual person. I express myself, my emotions, my pain, my happiness through visuals… using my hands. Most often in the form of pictures. …

This is the heart of my daily photographic inspiration and journey. Looking around me, seeing with fresh eyes what one may see as everyday uninteresting rubbish. This the ceiling light of the B train, yellowed by time, half broken, with a residue​ of… maybe… glue holding an ad for Dr…

This is my first trial ever at blogging, journaling. I hope I will be eloquent enough despite English being my second language. I have too much to share not to try. This is going to be a short and sweet one. On May 1 there is a tradition in my…