Palo alto — A few years back, I watched a movie called Yes Man, in which the main character challenges himself to say “yes” to everything for a whole year. To say the least, his life gets a whole lot better a whole lot quickly. But the movie, as rom-com and heartwarming as it was, touched upon an idea that I’ve wrestled with for the longest time. The idea that saying “no” closes doors in life, while “yes” ope...
Berlin — This is, unfortunately, likely to be the last Hi.co post I’ll be writing, since I believe it’s soon to be shut down for submissions. But sad as this may appear at first, there is always a romantic vie...
Kathmandu — I was sitting in my four dollar a day bedroom at a guesthouse run by a Sherpa family in Nepal, when I realized one thing: Living is an act of letting go. I used to think life was a grand process of ...
Accra — Edem. A beautiful tender soul. Her face has never appeared to me so clearly before; and she is smiling. Sometimes we totally forget but these beautiful people always remain with you; even when memorie...
I've only just found the Hi community and already I must say goodbye.
I don't like the act of promising. I don't find it beautiful nor meaningful.
When I get my own apartment... I'll be damned sure to get a view of a crowded street and plenty of city lights (Buy a night light)
Souls don't die.
The Little Pieces that Could.
The force field maze.
The urban summer rain
I avoided writing for weeks. I wondered what my first words would be; how they would sound like.
In The Geography of Bliss, someone says that one should contemplate death five minutes a day to be happy.
I've never really felt like I belonged anywhere. This isn't a complaint. Maybe, subconsciously, I've never wanted to.
Back to basics
Like a reminder from the universe, I'm often asked by friends, family, and near strangers lately: where to next?
Don't fall in love
I knew it was dangerous, and risky, and faulty, and unfair-- I still climbed up there.
2pm on a weekday. I'm over this. No more complaining. I'll use that energy to plan my escape.
Sometimes it's all that matters. Get a chance, use it wise.
India’s surrogate cheating called Life Insurance
A heart this full, in the middle of a journey this uncertain. Maybe this is how it should be.
ASI protecting monuments in India is nothing but a joke
The Human Donkeys
Manila, we need to talk.
Ahmedabad's Planning Dilemma
Sunrise, and one reason to stay :-)
The small bay across from Pa'ia Church is, this morning, a troubled, turbid red.
Time does give you a new perspective
Centre Left, Centre Right
While walking home: Leadership, culture and assimilation
Where is Heaven?Is it up there, way beyond those big old trees?Haunting, taunting and beckoning mebetween the flora of whispering leaves.
Blurred.Time and Space.What is it really?Where is it really?Somehow, I have lost track of it all.Blurred.
Something beautiful leaves...
Is it my reflection I see in this murky, slimy pond, or is it the murky, slimy, pond that sees my reflection?
I wonder if I just sit still...still enough in this beautiful garden, if my soul will blossom or wither away?
Somewhere at the end of the winding road before me, "I see light at the end of the tunnel," ceases to be a metaphor.
Death is really rather rude. It shows up frequently without notice. It takes a life and leaves the rest lonely. But our stories are not neverending. And the one whose ending comes is given peace and the answer to the question no one living will ever know. The rest of us must mend the tapestry of life and see this tear in the universe sealed, and wait until it is our turn to know what rest awaits us or doesn't.
The sorry state of Female Actors
Why a Good Method Validation is Critical for Company