• Contemplation
  • Pandemic pondering

      There is a strange rage in the air A strange kind of discomfort Silence, panic and breathing low The sun shines a little less today The wind blows little slow. The world is standing still, as if hanging by a moment. When I was very young, I once came across to an essay subject: […]

  • Contemplation
  • Blast from past

    Today I will share a book and a teapot with you. Both I inherited from my grandparents.  It is a 1947 edition of Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam translated by Edward Fitzgerald. I managed the book from my grand father’s library. He had a big personal library stuffed with various kinds of books. It was a […]