Life’s little surprises
Staring intently at my monitor I was startled by a sound behind me. A friend from work stood there obvious in a rush holding out this beauty. He was off even before I could thank him. As I set it in front of me, I realized how little things have a way of brightening up my mood. As I sat

Changing directions
Every once in a while, I stop what am doing to ponder on that path I am on. To use a metaphor, growing up my family portrait looked like this. Two tall silhouettes and two tiny ones hands linked walking into the sunset. Of course, in my mind’s eye the tiny ones would have my dimples, my creative talents, his angular jaw and his passion for numbers. They would be a mix of both our best features. Over the years, this picture has morphed to sometimes missing the tiny stick figures to sometimes including just one. Ever since we changed directions and are looking at a family portrait like none other that I have seen, I am having a hard time painting it in my mind. Most often I ju

Under the cover of darkness
Settling in comfortably into cushions that were soft and welcoming, I tucked my legs underneath me and hugged a smaller cushion for warmth while taking in the earnest face across me in the dim lit room deep into the night. This Friday night K and I headed out to the lovely UL’s home for dinner and chit-chat. Armed with an invite to spend the night over, we reached there late in the evening. Digging into a simple rice and dhal dinner with yummy vegetable sides, we caught up on our lives. Her daughter joined us every now and then saying the cutest things. Dinner done, UL tucked her daughter in while the rest of us did random things and waited for her to join us. It was late ni

I owe you
Walking down the aisle at my workplace, head bent, eyes focused on the eerie back lit glow of the iPhone, I smiled to myself. A bright blue encircled one stood next to my inbox. There are very few times I expect something and it falls in place. Scanning the email quickly I realized how much people are willing to help, only if I asked. Walking back to my desk, I realized how much blogging has affected my life. the lines blur between my online and offline worlds. The word friend no longer refers to someone I know in person. I learn so much of a person by reading their thoughts, by walking in their shoes. For every post that is filled with joy, I smile along knowing I am basking in r

A peek through my window
Waking up to the sound of the telephone ringing, I sauntered over to the little balcony in our bedroom overlooking the tiny woods in my backyard. The windy morning was beautiful. Yellow leaves floating gracefully to our wet deck. The smell of rain. A fog in the making. I realized with a