Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Building a Home

'Home', the word brings back different meaning for different people, doesn't it? For me, home is not a place but a person. A person with whom you build memories, memories that brick by brick build a home - our lives.

And I have made a lot of memories...First with Dad's transfers, and then with hubby shifting 4 houses in our 4 years of marriage, I have called several places my home. Each home we customized to our needs and tastes - a bookshelf, a green space, a comfortable couch, artifacts collected from our travels, a picture collage of our loved ones - our home decor has always been simple yet elegant.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

The Other Side (Part 2)

The Other Side (Part 1)

The sun bounces off the shiny backs of the swans as they vainly swim across the lake, away from me. A few ducks gather around as I brood; I talk to them about Elisa, "I have never loved the woman." I say to them, "Yet, it has been fifteen years - living under the same roof, raising two kids, listening to her complaints...dragging, pulling, pushing each other towards a finish line which does not exist. Where did all the time go?"