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Library, The Quiet World Of Stories

libraryOnce in a while, when people around me go to exotic locations or restaurants to celebrate holidays, I step into a library. The city library is heaven. I mean, if heaven exists, then it looks like a big library, with old books and well cushioned armchairs.

Once in a while I sit here and write out many things. I call them “word tears” from the eyes of the soul. Drop by drop. Word by word. Those words are solitude lovers, they hardly travel. They are hidden somewhere in a pretty peony printed diary. Continue reading

Six Lessons from My Dad

Duck Dyansty

These days I remember what Umberto Eco said in “Foucault’s Pendulum“. I remember it too many times.

I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.”

Today, I am guest posting at Eli’s popular place Coachdaddyblog, and talking about my father and the lessons I learned from him. So please stop by, show your support, and help me cheering for all good fathers of this world. This is the link to click. Continue reading

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Scarred

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Does anything
cut deeper than love?
Like glory, your scars 
envelop your pride.
And the lessons you 
learn are fluffy, left to 
feed hungry philosophers,
and budding poets
who spend extra words
to seek meanings. Continue reading

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June

“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.”

It’s June and California coast is little bit more cheery, colorful and vividly rich. I just have to take a step or two nowadays to find colors these days. Continue reading

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We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do

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I order my usual morning coffee, the little girl on the counter gives me a big smile, ” Isn’t it a good day?”

look around hurriedly, look at the shining May Sun, the heat, the perspiration, those dried out plants, and then..well.. I try to look at them once again.

I see a cheerful toddler ready to run in the sun. A lady in bright neon tank jogging on the pathway. An old man greeting his beaming friend, four hands expanding in the air, “After a long time! What a big surprise!” 

I smile too. This one time. Continue reading

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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

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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

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Xing

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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

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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

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Vintage

Vintage

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

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Recipe, homemade

Sunrise

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