Moody Murmurs

Situated on the fringes of the village, the house was shaded by coconut trees and hydrated by a clear stream flowing with a quiet but determ...

Listening to a song from the above movie right now. ^  But this is appropriate on so many levels. I think. Weekends follow a standard pat...

I'm home. Here's something interesting: By Deborah Netburn January 13, 2014 ,  3:00 p.m. Have trouble re...

I can't and WON'T let this happen to me. I have a plan, a goal and a dream to achieve. Ugh. This is it. It's going to be hard...

Clearly, I'm hallucinating. Nothing seems to be okay. Aloofness is in the air. I've built complex castles of confusion in my cerebru...

Before I propagate my manifesto for 2014, let me just update you on the finer aspects of the last few days. 26th December: Dad comes to ...

So it's holiday season and I'm back in Bangalore. (implies time to go on a blogging spree!) I've been so eager to blog that the...

In a world where people change, situations change and moods change, music is that blissful constant in our lives that brings back memories,...

I don't like it. I don't know what to do about it. I'm worried.

I can access Facebook on my tab but I can't blog, I concede.  Colder days have arrived, nights are chill, mornings are misty and the ...