The Idea

Writing has for a long time been a way of processing my vast imagination, at times my turbulent emotions and finding that when pen hits paper, the t’s are crossed and i’s dotted, my pulse calms, the vibrant colours around me come together filling in the shapes and shadows between the alphabet and the sometimes silenced voices find their space, time and place on the page. I have attempted some chapters for a book, a few sonnets here and there and finally found solace in the short stories that capture the beauty I see in this world.

Places visited on trips near and far, cities that have captured my heart and views that have made me feel weak at the knees. People I have met, food that I have cooked, tasted and shared. Sunrises and sunsets, seas, mountains and everything in-between. These stories are my best attempt at capturing some of the many precious moments and I hope you find as much pleasure in reading them, as I have found in writing them.

We shall not cease from exploration
and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time

T.S. Eliot