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.
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…
When looking for a job, we are seeking to satisfy a set of needs. Lets look at a basic and broad ladder of…
I observed a strange phenomenon at work recently. It lead me to realize something, something about myself and like…
The only sign of movement in that street was the swirling smoke from his cigarette. It faintly rebelled against the pitch…
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
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…