Discovering Art


I grew up not knowing much about art. At least not in the terms that convey its real meaning. Art was a drawing/ painting class at school and anything related to music, performances, or literature was mere entertainment: all fun and games reserved for free time. The puppet festivals and…

daily struggle


I recently came across this blog whose author writes 500 words a day about whatever they want. Literally. It struck me because here I was, debating day in day out a the theme for my blog and at the same time finding a themed blog too limiting for my taste.…

Postcards from Venice


Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.- Mark Twain

Enter, God


Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night to fetch yourself some water or to go to the toilet and suddenly, for a brief moment, felt as if somebody was following you? When I was younger I would often imagine a ghost or a zombie behind me…
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