My daughter recently participated in a three-legged race during the festive period. Though she wasn't too excited to put herself through the challenge, knowing her close friend would partner her through the race
It was an early Sunday evening, and it wasn’t time for dinner yet. But my body clock hadn’t adjusted itself to the timezone yet. It was lunchtime at my place home, and my body wanted food. Local time be damned. But Sydney didn't welcome me.
On a scorching Sunday morning, an eight-year-old me is thrilled again to wear my new swimming gear. It was also a day of a few new lessons.
Over the years, I have realized that my mind is a pool of copious ideas from varied fields. It is like an open pond, extremely prone to ripples from externalities, big and small. There was a time when I picked every idea up and started working on it. I do that no more.
I recently moved across the state. As I was planning this move, deep within, I was also thinking about what I can expect from the move. I was also signing up for a heartbreak.