Of Lovely Mornings, Hilltop Homes and Omelettes

Nothing beats an omelette for breakfast, especially when it is cooked with love. Just recently, I spent some days with my aunt. Remember the one who cooked me and my office mates some really scrumptious packed lunches? Yes, the very one.

Well, Auntie Elsa’s house is located on top of a hill and they get really good pocket Wifi connection. So, during the time when I didn’t have broadband connection at home yet, I went to her home every day to take advantage of the strong Wifi signal there. However, it was not just the Wifi that had me going back there every day. It was also my aunt’s cooking. Continue reading


The Siblinghood of the World Award

Having resigned from my office job has its perks and downfalls. The major disadvantage of not having a job is the boredom. As I have been working for almost three years straight, I have gotten used to being with people five days a week, which is the exact opposite when you’re at home, staring at the four walls of your room when your kids go off to school or to play with their friends.

However, this gets outweighed by being able to spend more time with the same kids, by being able to play with them when they’re around, by seeing them when you wake up and when you go to sleep at night and just being able to be home when there are no work-related pressure or managers you don’t see eye to eye with.

Yes, I may have my down days at home when I get depressed about not having a job, but I also have my really good days, like when I see my kids’ happy faces while eating the food I cooked for them or while devouring an entire loaf of bread fresh from the bakery oven smeared with dollops of peanut butter and then licking off their fingers clean afterwards. You can just imagine the idyllic days I have been having lately.

And, I happened to come upon another thing that made me smile today. Meg of missourigirl14.wordpress.com nominated me for the “Siblinghood of the World Award” last November 7. She informed me about it on her comment to my previous blog post and it really warmed my heart. Meg, you can’t believe how much you’ve made me happy today. Thank you so much.
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New House, New Beginnings, New Life

as we start
this new chapter
of our lives,
in this new place
we can call our own,
we clasp our hands,
bow our heads
and fervently wish
for new beginnings
and fresh tomorrows.

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As if the universe aligned all the planets and the stars to help usher a great morning for us, October 18 dawned with clear blue skies and the warmest sunshine this part of the earth could bestow. It was the day scheduled for our move. Continue reading

i’m over you…

i’m over you.
yes, i’ve finally moved on.
i did not get affected
just by the sight of you.
i’m already immune
to your mere presence.
your arms at the back
of my chair no longer
sent tingles down my spine.
your touch did not make me
shiver way deep down inside.
your voice saying my name
was unable to work
its magic on me anymore.

i’m over you.
yes, i’ve moved on.
i did not curl on my side,
tossing and turning
until the dawn made way to the sun,
shining on the waking horizon.
i did not think how much
i wanted to be pulled
into your arms and held there,
to stay forever there.
i did not lie awake
at all hours wondering
what it would have been like
to have your lips
seal my own – just the
lightest brush of a kiss,
so i won’t have to think
of what ifs anymore.

i’m over you.
yes, i’ve moved on
from acknowledging what i feel
to burying them in the dark
corners of my heart,
where they utter silent cries
of longing and despair.
yes, i’m over you.
at least, that’s what i tell myself
before i try to go to sleep at night.



i miss you…

i miss the simple things
that speak of you –
the touch of your hand
on my waist.
the feel of your fingers
intertwined with mine.
the cadence of your voice
when you say my name.
the way your eyes twinkle
each time you smile.

i miss the simple things
that remind me of you –
the smell of rain
on every strand of my hair.
the whispers of the wind
on the folds of my dress.
the warmth of the sun
that kisses my skin.
the cold nights spent
together under the stars.

i miss the simple things
that make me remember you
with every breath i breathe.
i miss the simple things
that spoke to my soul
and made me love you from the start.
i miss you.



living within my thoughts…

like a wounded bird caged
inside your closed palms,
i huddle and lie here,
within the four corners
of this womb-like chamber,
where everything is gloomy dark
and all my nightmares lurk
in every space.

here, i reside within my thoughts,
where all my youthful dreams
have been cast aside to make way
for macabre views of the world.
where cynicism and apathy
are drugs that fuel
my every waking moment – my senses
all wracked in unimaginable pain.



regaining life’s clarity…

ignoring you is not doing
anything good to my sanity.
it is worsening
my soul’s ruminations,
rendering me helpless
in the middle of the night.
my heart cries out
your name in a silent wail,
each keening note
slowly shattering the fragile
faith it has held on to
precariously in the past.
so, my days are spent missing
because not having you,
even just to talk to,
is obliterating bit by bit
what i deemed in the past
as my life’s clarity.