All adventures begin with the slightest hesitation.
The saga of a 19 hour long journey . . . I hate planning. Despise it really but the sad part is, I am obsessed
To be human Is to be flawed Directionless And a little bit lost To move in ways Not known to man To flutter about In
Perish the thought “Do you have any plans for the weekend?” Why yes, yes, I do. They involve a comfy blanket and books. Nothing else
Mercy and love the gods bestowed . . . Paths merged and submerged in chaos Springing from the hands of fate, A map with no
Let’s try to get through this in one piece . . . Getting married is no easy thing to accomplish, it’s stressful, there’s drama, thing’s
They are too pretty for that . . . I am a hoarder, I’ll admit it, I hoard books but it’s not too bad. At
An engineer, teacher and novice writer. Welcome to my blog where I try to string together words to form something meaningful.