Shall we walk hand in hand down this thicket where there is no road? We could go on walking and at times look into each other’s eyes and smile gently. I could free my hand from yours, run a few feet forward and watch you walk towards me, a surprised smile decorating your lips. I could be cross with the wind who steals away your … Continue reading Shall we…. ?
I hate typing. It is a soulless activity. Maybe I feel so because I am not very good at it. My fingers never dance gracefully over the keyboard interspersed with the rhythmic tap of the spacebar. I move my fingers clumsily all over the keyboard and use the backspace key much more than the spacebar. I can type pretty well when home row … Continue reading Pen on Paper = Gratification to all my senses