The time I did a thing that was eating, breathing (not at the same time) and appreciating Indian food.
The time I did a thing that was eating, breathing (not at the same time) and appreciating Indian food.
The time I did a thing that was eating, breathing (not at the same time) and appreciating Indian food.
The time for meandering thoughts is here again!
The time I show you my casual tee and shorts outfit combo while I absorb the energetic equatorial sun from the porch.
There is not one but two short poetry along with the usual thought compilation.
The time I start a thing called the Meander Series.
The time my fluffy cats take over the space and spread heart-melting cuteness all across the globe.
The time I pondered about how being 'woke' to the extreme can express itself as animosity and victim-mindedness.
The time I styled a printed midi skirt of an abstract polka dot persuasion and rambled on brow grooming, hair care, bee hive and haze.
The time I drop a poem inspired by the oarfish and show you an abstract painting of my reinterpretation of the gorgeous long deep-sea fish.
The time I carried a tote with eyes and stood around and under trees to hide from the golden yet extremely potent tropical sun.
