Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Ushering in the New Year #blogchatter #prompt

I spent yesterday evening looking back on 2015, literally gone in a flash this year, and felt grateful for so many wonderful things that came my way..

Opportunity to Self-Publish my e-book

Opportunity to move abroad and explore a new city, new culture and embrace new beginnings.

Opportunity to appreciate time. Time spent at home, without a regular 9-5 job, struggling to find discipline in me.

Opportunity to Travel.

Opportunity to fuel my entrepreneurial passion.

Opportunity to write, interact with fellow authors and also host a book event.

Opportunity to understand relationships better. Relationships that truly matter.

Opportunity to re-define my blogging goals and with the help of a wonderful community and blog buddies, stay on track and blog regularly.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

#SaturdayWordplay 12 - Aquiver

T'was in the teen years when,
aquiver at the prospect of
leading a new life,
with the man I thought I was in love.
I said Yes...

I shut my eyes, even as my ears bled,
to the fear gnawing at me from inside.
"This is not who you are"
"You ain't designed this way"
the voices many I shut out, suffocating
under my beautiful beaded white dress.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Away from Home

I'm on a journey, in life. A hippie in spirit, never wanting to settle down.

For someone like me, home isn't a place, but a feeling. I've grown up in different homes, shifting cities and schools, and houses, year after year. 6 Cities. 7 Schools. 8 Houses. One permanent home, my maternal grandparents' place, our humble summer vacations' abode. So, 7 Cities and 9 Houses.

Impermanence and Change.

This is the only constant in my life. Embracing it, learning from it, growing with it.

Perhaps, this is the reason why, that in my 9 months here in London, abroad, 'Away from Home' as they say, I have not missed home.

Monday, December 21, 2015

Getting chatty with @AlohaLolaCards #YOUInspire

So earlier this month, I attended the Bloggers Xmas party at Finch's Pub in Moorgate hosted by the lovely Soeurs De Luxe. It was a fun day making new friends, exploring different brands, gorging on chips, cupcakes and mulled cider, getting a little crazy with Christmas selfies and simply embracing my first such meet up in London.

Clockwise from L-R: With  , Lovely cupcakes from , Having fun with selfies, a gift from @migliojewellery, lovely goodie bag from , Fun Christmas messages.  

Saturday, December 19, 2015

#SaturdayWordplay 11 - Parsimony

Your presence still lingers in the house. Although its been a week since you left, he still lives under your dominion, and despite all the troubles that I took to change that, I can't seem to cut the strings between you two. 

You were parsimonious with your love, making him yearn for it even more. To each kind word you said, to each harsh scowl you hurled at him - he clutched onto them tightly, fearing if he let go, he would lose you. 

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

The Books that Made You @blogchatter #booklove

Where do I start?

Books have been a part of my life since I can remember. Reading under the covers with a flashlight, hiding a novel with my school books and reading them slyly under the table, reading on the go during travels and vacations - that kid with glasses who people presumed to be a nerd but was in fact a dreamy-head living in her own made up world - that was me.

Growing up, summer vacations meant going to Lucknow to my grandparent's house where my aunt would gift all the cousins a book, every year. Anu mausi, if you are reading this, thank you, a million times over for introducing me to Enid Blyton, who sparked in me a life long love for adventures, story telling and reading.

Friday, December 11, 2015

Feeling Festive @WinterWonderLDN #PhotoFriday

For the last two weekends we had been planning to visit the Hyde Park Winter Wonderland, an annual German Christmas market and carnival in London. We finally did on a grey and damp Thursday evening. And what fun! From mulled wine, to hot chocolate, to German beer and waffles, music, games, bratwurst and what not - we soaked (literally too) in the festive spirit!

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Cannot Do Without #blogchatter @blogchatter


The word,
the force,
the meaning it holds for me.


That lives within,
inspires hope,
stretches your limits.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

#SaturdayWordplay 10 - Frisson

The more I dwell on the past, the more different beginnings I find of the same story.

But the end? There's no changing the end.

He lies here in my arms, his blood warming my thighs, his voice squirming with pain, my heart aching with delight. This is the end. The end that will never change.

But which beginning to choose?

Sunday, November 29, 2015

#SaturdayWordplay 9 - Paracosm

Kira and Mia, aged thirteen and twelve, played outside their Victorian styled home until their mother called them in for dinner. Dressed in identical frocks, their ponytails tied with ribbons matched the colour of their socks, and the two buried their noses in the sand hills, climbed up the trees, spoke to the curious bunnies offering them carrots and swung on the gates; they lived in a paracosm world of their own.

I watched the two of them from my apartment opposite theirs, reliving my childhood days. My life, what was left of it, was spent in the 8 square-meter between the window overlooking the girls' house and my bed. I was confined to my wheelchair and just pushing myself from the bed to the window left me panting. So there I stayed, all day, watching, listening, smiling at their antics.

It was clear that the mother favoured the elder one, Kira. It was always, "Kira, I got you your favourite chocolate cookies", "Kira, you got an A in your science class. I am so proud of you", "Kira honey, come fast, the dinner is getting cold". I never heard the younger one's name from her mouth. And the father was always travelling, one business meeting to another. When he did come home, he bribed his way to the elder daughter's heart with a gift or two but nothing for poor Mia.

If I could, I would go up to them and give them a piece of my mind. How could they differentiate between their two beautiful daughters?

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Rules of Engagement @blogchatter #blogchatter

Do you know what an anchor does for a ship?

It is often said that during life's roughest storms, one should stand firm as an anchor. But no one realizes the role of the chain, the series of rings that are linked to one another. It is actually the length of the chain that helps in maneuvering and steering the ship to the right direction.

The length of the chain matters. If the chain is long enough, everything else is superfluous.
It's science.

Think of this chain as our relationships, and the links that make the chain, the people. In any relationship, it is how strongly you are linked to your people, is what really matters, that which helps your ship find that stability/security.

Take your blogging relationships for instance. How many links does your blogging chain have? Do you have strong relationships with fellow bloggers, that will provide you the necessary support when needed. Or are these links superficial, disconnected and detached?

The number one 'Rule of Engagement' in any relationship, is to form strong links.

As bloggers, how do we do that?

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Can I Confess?

Can I confess?

I'm in a dilemma and I need your help.

For me blogging, which started out as a way to take my mind off from the real world and make an attempt to move past the negativity that surrounded me then, trying to makeitbeaYOUtiful - evolved with each post I wrote.

From random musings to  sharing snippets of personal life and thoughts, I found my mojo in fiction writing, bemused attempts at poetry and the occasional travel diaries.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

#SaturdayWordplay 8 : Selcouth

The day I proposed to her was the last day I saw her. I thought we were happy together, I thought when I slipped the engagement ring on her slender finger, the tears in her eyes were of happiness.

How could I have misread the signs?

She left for work at the usual time that morning. I had popped the question while we were having breakfast - Spanish omelette and  black coffee with a spoonful of cream and no sugar -  just the way she liked them. Then I bent over and pressed her plump lips against mine, the bitterness of her mouth feeling sweet inside mine, and took her by surprise when I took out the ring.

Where had I gone wrong?

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Why I Blog?

London has been grey, damp and windy for the last few days. All I want to do is curl up in bed with a cup of hot coffee and idle away, day dreaming of my novel that I hope will write on its own.
But the writer in me who is trying to successfully complete #NaNoWriMo this year pulls me out of this lethargy, persuades me to put on something decent, grabs the coat and umbrella and drags me to the nearby cafe. We take a seat that offers a view of the street and watch the passersby as we sip on the delicious cappuccino. I slyly lick the foam off my lips and my thoughts wander to my writing space, this blog.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

A Date with Gin, Scotch and Vodka @LiquortoLips @LDNCocktailWeek

October has been an exciting month with one of the key highlights being the #ScottishInvasion at London Cocktail Week. What would you expect from a day that takes you through a history of Scottish drinks with a generous sampling of varied gins, scotch and vodka? Spirited talks, dizzy laughter, bitter-sweet tastings, funny gimmicks and lots of interesting take homes on the craft of distillation and brewery! Yep, this, all in a day!

Saturday, October 24, 2015

#SaturdayWordplay 7 : Blatherskite

I always thought it to be ignorable blatherskite until one day she came barging into my front door, her hair all messed up, lipstick smeared across her face and she kept screaming "She's gonna kill me....She's gonna kill me..." 

She was hysterical. There was nothing I could do to calm her nerves. I tried. I tried giving her an awkward hug, rubbing her back, making her tea, talking some sense into her. 

But my voice fell short over her frenzied screams. 

"You don't understand! She is back. She will kill me!" She looked at me with a grave face, her eyes bloodshot, before she ran back to her house and slammed the door. That's when I called 911, there was something terribly wrong with her.

Friday, October 9, 2015

#FundAhamBhumika @AhamBhumika Making a Difference

I sit by the side of the kiln,
my father crush the stones,
my mother carry the bricks on her head.
for the sun to set
for whatever alms they get.
to them to grab a morsel to eat
to get a night's kiss on my parched lips.

Monday, October 5, 2015

#ScottishInvasion at #LondonCocktailWeek starts today!

As I write this, I am sitting in a quaint street in Marseille and enjoying a drink of pastis, the national drink of France. Yes, I am traveling again! This time, a short break to the south of France, Marseille and Nice, to celebrate our 4 year anniversary.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Saturday, September 26, 2015

#SaturdayWordplay 4: Yuánfèn

"More champagne?" the gentleman asked with a smile.
I nodded timidly, staring at his face a tad too long. I then remembered him as Daphne's cousin, "I'm sorry. Jay, right? We had met at Daphne's bridal appointment."
"Yup! And what a fine find. She looks stunning!" he said looking across the room.
"She does!"

I looked at the happy bride. The sparkle in her eyes reminded me of the day I had met her.

A Weekend in Oslo (Part 2)

After a fantastic Day 1, we started our day with a great breakfast spread at our hotel. We needed that energy, that head start for a long day of museum hopping and sight seeing. We decided to purchase the 24 hour Oslo pass as this would help us get access to most of the museums for free and also include public transportation at no cost. Yup, smart choice!

We then made our way to the waterfront (Rådhusbrygge) from where we would take the ferry to the Bygdoy island, where most of the museums are.

That's the City Hall in the background

Thursday, September 24, 2015

A Weekend in Oslo (Part 1)

My husband is making sure that our weekends and the 7 month Schengen visa that we fortunately got from the French Embassy, both are being utilized to the fullest. So a couple of days back, we made a quick weekend trip to Oslo, Norway. Not only was I pleasantly surprised but I fell in love with the city despite my initial apprehensions and can't wait for a second trip to this laid back Norwegian capital. Why the apprehensions, one might I ask. Well, it's considered one of the most expensive cities in the world. Yes, even the Londoners admit to that!

We reached Moss Airport, Rygge around 11:00 AM and boarded a bus to Oslo City center right away. The 60 km ride offers fantastic views but instead of looking out the window I was writing this post. I want to believe that this reflects on how committed I am to my new weekly series of  'Saturday Wordplay' ;)

Saturday, September 19, 2015

#SaturdayWordplay 3: Mizpah

Stealing kisses till the last minute, 
we whispered goodbye.
Your hand delicately caressed my skin, 
leaving a lingering promise, 
Our sun will never set.

A silent tear rolled down my cheek,
as I battled misty feelings.
I hadn't known up until then.
I had a love for you, so deep.

I hugged you tighter, 
let our breaths entwine.
Then slowly let you go.
  Knowing, we have,


Hope you'll join me in the third #SaturdayWordplay challenge. The word prompt this week is 'Mizpah'. Prose or poetry, just pick this word and let it flow! Looking forward to reading your posts!

Saturday, September 12, 2015

#SaturdayWordplay 2: Komorebi

Soaking up the Komorebi sunshine, I feel the warmth on my skin and a strange tingling enraptures me, reminding me of the night I had met you.

The night I had met you ... the air was cold, the winds strong. My fingers were numb as I refused to put away the ivory tip from my lips. Venting out foggy puffs in the night sky, I felt my nerves calm down after what was a torturous evening at home. My parents and I had never seen eye to eye on anything. I could not take the shrill voices, raised hands and silent tears anymore. Unsure, yet determined, I had walked out of what I had once called home.

The night I had met you ... a woman was in the making. But the girl in me had no idea that I'd have to grow up this fast. I was vulnerable, yet put up the facade of being indifferent when you warmly put your hand on my shoulder, and asked if I were cold. I kept staring into the illuminated night sky of Manhattan as you pursued me for a cup of coffee. I said no at first, eventhough in my heart all I wanted do was say yes. Yes, to you.

The night I had met you ... your hand in mine, fit perfectly. I did not mind your fingers brushing through my thick hair down to my bony hips, as we sweat to the eclectic pop songs in an unmaed pub. As we stepped out, the deserted sidewalk was taken by surprise as you pushed me against the graffitied wall and pressed your lips onto mine.

The night I had met you...I feared myself, for the passion had consumed me. I was loosing myself to you, wrapped in the silken sheets, calling your name out loud. Our heavy breaths timed with each other, growing deeper, silencing the tick tock of the clock.

The night I had met you...was the first and the last time I saw you. We had fell asleep in each other's arms, talking about hummingbirds and Amy Winehouse and reincarnations. It was still dark outside when you had slithered away from my life. I was glad that we never said our goodbyes.

Soaking up the Komorebi sunshine, I feel gratitude towards you, more than anything else. You gave my life a new meaning. And though I never speak of you in front of him, I see you everyday in those blue eyes. I see all the love,  I could have had.


Hope you'll join me in the second #SaturdayWordplay challenge. The word prompt this week is 'Komorebi'. Prose or poetry, just pick this word and let it flow! Looking forward to reading your posts!

Saturday, September 5, 2015

#Saturday Wordplay 1: La douleur exquise

Was it an opportunity missed, 
that the first time you held my hand,
I rested my head on your shoulders,
and though the current took me by surprise,
I called you my friend?

Somewhere in between 
the long talks and fist bumps,
I wonder often, what you think.
Do you too, mull over
the possibilities of what if?

I feel a piercing la douleur exquise
when I see you looking at me
but you never say a word,
and I whisper to your shadow,
will this way we ever be?

The sun sets on us, the wind blows us apart.
But often at night, lying still
in someone else's arms
I close my eyes to see you
and the question looms, what if?


I get thrilled whenever I come across beautiful new words, and since I have not been blogging actively these days I have decided to challenge myself to play with new words each week in 'Saturday Wordplay'. Inviting all of you to join me in this. Get inspired and use 'La douleur exquise' as you see fit, in prose or poetry. The linky will be open for a week. Looking forward to your entries!

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Postcards From Paris

I had never imagined that I would be spending a Birthday in Paris, ever! As soon as we got our Schengen visas sorted we booked a short and sweet weekend break to Paris and what a delightful trip it was.

We took it easy the first day. After indulging in coffee and croissants, we took an overview of the city from atop Tour Montparnasse and the Eiffel Tower.

Day 2 was as action packed as could be. Although I had planned to get up early morning to catch the sunrise, the rains had other plans. We stepped out around 11:00 am and had a classic French breakfast of Quiche and Pain aux raisins from a nearby Sunday street market, before taking the metro to Les Invalides to check out the golden dome more closely which is famous as the final resting place of Napoléon Bonaparte.

We then crossed Pont Alexandre III and headed to the Louvre museum.

Upon exiting Louvre towards river Seine you see thousands of love locks attached on the side of the Pont de Arts. Pont de Arts had come to be known as the 'love lock' bridge with tourists attaching locks on the bridge and throwing the key in the river as a way of promising never ending love, but the affair ended this year when a million locks weighing 45 tonnes were removed from the bridge for safety reasons. I was actually surprised to see the locks there and the romantic me had to do the 'love lock' thing.

We walked along the river towards Notre Dam Cathedral and stopped for a quick bite and some champagne to toast the lovely day.

We hopped on to the tube next and went to Montmarte to take a closer look at Sacré-Coeur Basilica and roamed around the streets not just admiring the cute cafes here but indulging in some sweet delicacies.

It was time to bid this beautiful city goodbye but not before one last look at the Eiffel Tower dazzling in the evening sky.

We have already started dreaming of visiting the city again. The next time will be a more relaxed stay soaking in the Parisian culture, spending days in the museums and nights strolling on the cobbled streets.

Until next time...

Monday, August 17, 2015

One Last Time

In her eyes, they saw the pain
the broken dreams,
the silent tears stream.

She had been there always,
their guide, their teacher.
It was unto them now,
to make her whole again.

"One last time?" 
the eager eyes called
"One last time?" 
they asked.

The power beckoned to her...
staggering a little,
yet confident in demeanour,
she walked up the stage.

And a twirl, 
simple yet enigmatic,
is all it took, 
for her charm to exuberate.

Thundering claps came pouring down,
like the first rains upon parched earth.
And the petals of her heart then opened
the gruesome tumour forgotten in the moment.

"One last time!"
the cheer got louder
"One last time?" 
they begged.

Fighting the irritant pain
she then said,
"The stage is all I've known,
the only place I've called home.
Thank you, thank you for the hope,
for the reminder of what lies ahead.
One last time, it shall never be
a dancer first and forever I'll always be."

One last time, it shall never be.


Linking to Three Word Wednesday - Enigmatic, Gruesome, Irritate

And to Blog-A-Rhythm's Wordy Wednesday - One last time

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Over Dessert

Behind her she heard laughter.

The nerve in her forehead was about to burst, and he had the audacity to laugh!

She turned fiercely only to be caught off guard with a kiss. "You look beautiful when you're mad. I can't even remember why we were arguing?" he tugged her closer.

"Huh, let me rewind and remind you!" she tickled his beard trying to wiggle out of his tight embrace, but the hold only got stronger. "You were late for my parent's wedding anniversary celebrations, then...."

"I'm guessing the list is long, want to shout over dessert?" he smiled slyly.


Linking this to Write Tribe’s 100 Words on Saturday prompt.

Most of my arguments with the husband go like this. Never a straight answer to my questions, always dodging them with either a laugh or ending them by offering me a chocolate. No wonder I often cave in! ;)

This reminds me of a poem by Nikki Giovanni that I came across Brain Pickings, 'Love Is'

Some people forget that love is 
tucking you in and kissing you 
“Good night” 
no matter how young or old you are 

Some people don’t remember that 
love is 
listening and laughing and asking 
questions no matter what your age 

Few recognize that love is 
commitment, responsibility 
no fun at all 

Love is 
You and me

Beautiful isn't it? Chicky had tagged me in a 3 Day Quote challenge and though not really a quote, I wanted to share this with you all!

Friday, July 17, 2015

Cambridge - Of History, Myths & Legends

Walking down the narrow medieval paths of Cambridge where rich history calls out to you from every direction and old buildings peer down upon you as one goes punting down the river Cam calls for a perfect day!

Just about 45 miles north of London, Cambridge is less than an hour away from King's Cross Station and we hopped on the train last Saturday wondering and wandering into one of the most prestigious and renowned university; and what a perfect day it was!

The University of Cambridge which constitutes total 31 colleges was founded in 1209 and owes much of its existence to a few scholars from the Oxford University who after a dispute with the Oxford townsfolk found home in the promising town of Cambridge. And since then, the rivalry has been on!

Cambridge is best explored on foot and we did just that as we stepped out of the station and headed along with a mass of tourists towards the town's city center.

Our Lady & the English Martyrs Church dominates the Cambridge skyline and captivates you just as you have walked about 10 minutes into the city. I had to go in, not only do I love the tranquil a place of worship offers, I especially love the architectural finesse that churches have. Said to be one of the largest catholic churches in the United Kingdom, OLEM tends to lean towards the Gothic Revival/Victorain Gothic style of architecture.

The interiors are as pretty with beautiful stained glass windows. There was a wedding taking place in the premises so this was all I could capture.

The Church is so called because it not only houses the statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary but the stained glass windows depict, amongst other things, scenes from the lives of English martyrs.

Before continuing toward the colleges we took a little detour and followed the music and cheers that seemed to be coming from Parker's piece. The Big Weekend Mela was in full swing with activities such as face painting, storytelling and fairground rides and we were grinning from ear to ear at the happy sights.

With the sun shining bright we continued down the road that led to Peterhouse. The oldest of the Cambridge colleges, Peterhouse founded in 1284, is also I think the prettiest. Don't you?

In Peterhouse, there is a staircase in which a monk is said to have hanged himself and the ghost allegedly still hangs around.

Just next door is the Fitzwilliam Museum and the white majestic building beckoned us in. Founded by Richard, Viscount Fitzwilliam, in 1816, who bequeathed to the University his collections of paintings and etchings, his library, and £100,000 stock, the museum which will celebrate the bicentenary of its foundation next year has an enormous collection of Antiquities, Applied Arts, Coins and Medals, Manuscripts and Printed Books, and Paintings, Drawings and Prints. We weren't able to see much, but I have promised my museum-crazy hubby that we will visit Cambridge again only to spend the entire day here.

There are four lion sculptures positioned at the entrance of this museum. According to local folklore, when the Church of Our Lady and the English Martyrs’ clock strikes midnight, the Fitzwilliam Lions rise and take a stroll towards the gutters that run along Trumpington Street for a drink. Various versions of this story exist, of course, and this also inspired a poem "The Listening Lions" by Michael Rosen.

The best part of our trip was yet to come. As we were walking on the King's Parade St towards the famous King's college we were pursued by one of the college students to try punting down the river and tired as we were from all that walk we gave in! Thinking back, it would have been a better judgement to stroll towards the punting area and choose a service where the queue was a lot less shorter! Sigh!

Punts are flat bottomed boats that are steered by a long pole and it is a great leisure activity which takes you along the 'Backs', i.e. the backs of the colleges across the river. You can see college students lazing on the backs, having fun, singing, drinking and picnicking. What fun!

Given that it was a busy day, the punters were really having it tough. But despite that, our punter was chatty and sassy! Each bridge we crossed, there was a story told!

Queens' college's Mathematical bridge which also goes by the name Newton bridge is famous not only for its design -  straight timbers structurally put to give an arched impression, but also due the myth associated with it. here goes, so and so told so and so that the bridge was built by none other than Sir Issac Newton without using any nuts or bolts. Some students later disassembled it and unable to put it together the way it was, resort to the use of nuts and bolts. Too far fetched a tale considering the bridge was actually built in 1749, twenty two years after Newton's death.  

Mathematical Bridge
King's was founded in 1441 by Henry VI and its bridge is famous for the inscription (just the first two lines and the last two lines) it bears of a famous poem by Xu Zhimo, an early 20th century Chinese poet, called "Taking Leave of Cambridge Again" (6 November 1928)

You can read the poem here, it is beautiful. I particularly loved this stanza:

"To seek a dream? Go punting with a long pole, 
Upstream to where green grass is greener, 
With the punt laden with starlight, 
And sing out loud in its radiance."

King's College Bridge
King's College Chapel as viewed from the Backs
King's College (front view)
Clare Bridge has another interesting story attached to its. Second oldest of the 31 colleges, it was funded by Lady Elizabeth De Clare in 1338 and thus its name. Clare bridge is the only bridge on the river that survived the wrath of the Civil War. Notice the missing section of the globe up there? it is said that the builder of the bridge, dissatisfied with the payment he received, deliberately pulled out one wedge from the globe in revenge. Too hard to believe? Our punter was quick to come up with another version of a story - that the bridge was left incomplete so as to avoid the bridge tax, unfinished equaled untaxed!

We also caught a glimpse of the famous Wren Library at Trinity College. Designed by Sir Christopher Wren in 1695 it houses various special manuscripts and printed books including A.A. Milne's manuscripts of Winnie-the-Pooh and The house at Pooh Corner.

The St John's College with its Bridge of Sighs and the virginia creeper that covers its walls is a beautiful sight. It has received recent fame with the shooting of Stephen Hawking's 'Theory of Everything'

Named after the Bridge of Sighs in Venice

Ahem...A story is never too far behind you in Cambridge! Notice how the clock tower misses the clock? It is said that St John's College and its neighbour and rival, Trinity College, were engaged in a race to see who builds the clock tower first. The winner would be permitted to adorn the chiming clock. St John's loss in this race cause the clock tower to remain naked. It also said that Trinity's clock chimes twice, once each for both the colleges.

This one hour punting is a must do if in Cambridge, and be sure to carry a snack. Next time I am there, I'll try punting by self and carry a picnic basket with all the wine and eats.

To end our day, we went to The Eagle pub for a quick drink. Another historic place, this is where Francis Crick and James D. Watson in 1953 first announced of their discovery of the secret of life, of how DNA carries genetic information. Imagine!

All this in a day! Now to plan another of my weekend wanderings!

“Just as a painter paints, 
and a ponderer ponders, 
a writer writes, 
and a wanderer wanders.”
  - Roman Payne

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