What the Heart Wants

For years I admired him from afar.  His straight, broad back and smiling eyes looking everywhere except towards me.  Fear stopped me from talking to him directly until one rainy day in November. He came to me asking for directions and I smiled widely thinking that my day had come.  I steeled myself and instead of the customary gibberish of right and left, I took him there myself and we both snuggled under his one umbrella.  He was grateful and he chatted along the way.  The next morning he waved at me and I greeted him back.  We met often after that and the simple chat turned to coffee, then to lunch, then to dinner. Continue reading

Broken Compass

I came up with today’s post while walking down Rue Bara Street in Brussels, Belgium.  I go there sometimes.   Or rather, I am made to go there sometimes.

I hate that city.

I don’t hate it because I only go there for work.   From seven in the evening to late eight the following day is all the time I spend there – enough to sleep, rush to a meeting and then rush to the airport again.  This time-span is too short to hate a city for what it is.  And what it is, is Grey.    Continue reading

Weekly Photo Challenge: Green

This is what popped into my head when I saw this Daily Post challenge:

  • The colour of my face when I am drunk
  • Moss on a weird tree bark I saw in Scotland
  • Leprechauns
  • The pea soup my mother makes which I used to hate when I was young until she added tomatoes and the colour became orange
  • Green energy
  • Wasabi on Sushi Saturdays
  • Lounging on the grass in Pisa
  • The grapes that make my wine


It is a dreary morning, the colour is sepia. I am sitting in my car, waiting on the stop sign and looking at other cars moving past, the tempo is in slow motion. The car in front of me moves forward a fraction of a millimetre.  I let my clutch loose for half a second and follow, an allusion to motion. The tired whizz of the wipers throws me deeper in the trance I’m in. Continue reading