The Reluctant Creativist

I observed a strange phenomenon at work recently. It lead me to realize something, something about myself and like…

A strange story.

The only sign of movement in that street was the swirling smoke from his cigarette. It faintly rebelled against the pitch…

Think. Now.

This is my first Blooodle. Its a term I coined by combining ‘blog’ and ‘doodle’. I often doodle, its my hobby and expression of thought. So I decided to write and reflect on my art.

Avoid the trap of comfort

When looking for a job, we are seeking to satisfy a set of needs. Lets look at a basic and broad ladder of…

Scissors that dripped red

Lady Vanessa came to see me today. She looked beautiful as ever. I loved it when she came but she came ever so little. She would bring me toys. She would pat my hair. She would ask me how I am and talked matters with my nurse. The same routine once a week since twenty-one years. I…

A Story from the Beginning of Time

The Yogi stood at the edge of the cliff, at the tip of the great, damp boulder. It seemed as if he was part of the cliff, like he was the power in the stone; as if his strong hold on the peak kept the whole world in balance. The sky was grey, thick with clouds, like…

If I meet you

I want to kiss you

In a foreign city

Where no one knows us

But we know each other

In a boat

With light music