Q is for Quiescent Barrage of ideas rain down to pierce the magic of the day, and the brain drowns in incessant hustle. That’s when the day starts looking like it’s filled with molasses. Mental movement gets slower and slower. And that’s when I know. I know I need time like the bears or badgers.…

P is for Puerile Almost straight white chalk lines beckoned me from the tarred pavement. Squares joined together. I looked around, stole a flat stone from the roadside and flung it into the first square. My legs twitched, wanting to hop along the pattern. “Did you want to play atya-patya with us, aunty?” Aunty. I…

O is for Overwhelmed Today’s post almost didn’t make it. It is strange how I feel this way today of all days. Sunk under the day’s work. Beleaguered by the requirements of customs and traditions Pounded on by a barrage of different obstacles that Life throws in the general direction of the living. A precariously…

N All during our holiday last weekend, my mind was whirling about, swimming in the pool of emotions beginning with N. I had almost made up my mind, when on our return back home, my garden greeted me with the season’s first daffodils. I simply had to change my mind when my garden screamed out…