Still lifes

Still lifes photography

At the age of nine, I was taken to a popular local painter and asked to learn painting. My mother who loved art in every form, requested the painter to teach me twice a week, “She has the gift. So start with still lifes.” The painter taught me how to draw deep layers of rose petals, a lonely lime blossom under a rainy sky, and a lifeless hibiscus trying to find light through the open window. “But I want to paint human life. And a landscape of his week and month and year and I want to color them natural,” I pleaded once. “But they won’t look good forever. Flowers are fine,” the painter yelled. Continue reading


Bright, so bright..

Bright peony in May

It’s 15th of May.

April was about mult-tasking, managing every single task with a smile, writing and photographing every day. May is much brighter, even though fifteen days evaporated too fast, but I don’t want to complain. Continue reading


Searching Spring in Raindrops

Spring in raindrops

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

It’s May. Right now California is a warm belle, wearing flower crowns, hosting art and music festivals, and showing off magnolias, poppies and apple blossoms. Continue reading




I love the alphabet “X” because it’s mysterious and pretty ambitious. I manipulated it a zillion times in arithmetic and algebra and tried to find its value like a maths loving Sherlock Holmes.

It’s also very interesting how people use “X” to hide identities, “You know, that Mr. X appreciates your work.” I liked how I have been told during interviews,”You have that special X-factor we are searching in candidates.” Sometimes I wanted to know a real sketch of that X-factor.  Continue reading


Window Dressing

Window dressing“It’s all about window dressing. She’s just decorating her life with lies.  Why are some people so fake?” 

The question arrives along with two cupcakes and a pot of ginger tea. It’s still spring and afternoons are not really for tea breaks. But I’m here, meeting an old friend, discussing old stories. Mostly about people. Because people always love discussing about other people. We’re cursed blessed that way. Continue reading




Collect all.
Unspoken dreams,
fuzzy nightmares,
love that you
didn’t deserve,
and words that
people threw at you
from their bags.
Store them somewhere,
away from your darkness.
That’s how your life
changes to a vintage story. Continue reading


Recipe, homemade


Drink a cup of tea. Better if you can add cardamoms
and a bit of love. Go out in sunlight. Hug. Hug harder.
There’s always going to be shadow in a sunny world.
Rest sometimes. And while you rest, find a pretty
bird and click a photo. Share it with your grandmother
later. Call her often. Talk. Tell her you look pretty today. Continue reading


Quest for An Inner Selfie

Quest for an inner selfie

Every time I visit my in-laws, they show me many old photographs from their photo albums. Photographs of their trips, old dogs, celebrations and special moments that they hold so dearly. Each photo album looks like a book of short story collections, narrating to me my husband’s childhood that I haven’t seen. Each of those photographs stands out in my memory. The way he dressed. The way he was celebrated on his 10th birthday. Continue reading




“They say The Pacific has no memory. That’s where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory. ”  ~Stephen King

The truth is, you’ll adore
a golden sky, and mornings
that don’t carry heavy
memories of your sunsets. Continue reading




What does this photograph mean to you?

I often find myself looking for meanings of a moment. There is a neighborhood church across the road. It displays beautiful words on some cloudy mornings. Sometimes I try to remember those words to find their meanings in daily life. I’m not a very religious person, and we’re not talking about religion here. Continue reading


Love is a new book

Love is a book

I always wanted to build a library. A library of my own.

I love collecting books, referring to my favorite lines, going back to read between the lines to connect missing dots. But I’m a traveler, I travel light. I don’t want to leave books in a trash, sell them to a stranger who won’t love them the way I want them to do. I’m a possessive lover of my favorite books. Continue reading


Key to that happiness

Yosemite falls in April 2015

A year ago, a friend told me about her search for happiness. She found articles on the internet and tried following them. But most of the points of those articles didn’t work. I had to share my story with her: I often lose keys of the house and car and I have a strong urge to Google them. Of course no internet or books can help me to find them. Sometimes we have to memorize those usual places where we can find our lost keys. Continue reading




On Google she found everything that she wanted to know; every answer, the colors of rainbows, the analysis of her favorite poem, diet plan of Gwyneth Paltrow, the designer of Claire Underwood, recipe of tres leches cake, phone number of her regular pizza place, direction to that ex-boyfriend’s latest house, tips to lose 5 pounds in 5 days.

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Between his secret
sorrows and
an egoistic world
there’s a wall
made of fog.
He names it,
the destination
of emptiness,
a place where
no light 
or darkness
could stay
forever. Continue reading