5 Reasons Why You Should Blog : On Turning 5 | Blogiversary
“Blogging is to writing what extreme sports are to athletics: more free-form, more accident-prone, less formal, more alive. It is, in many ways, writing out loud.” – Andrew Sullivan
“Blogging is to writing what extreme sports are to athletics: more free-form, more accident-prone, less formal, more alive. It is, in many ways, writing out loud.” – Andrew Sullivan
Hello my dear Amigos in blogsphere! Sorry I have been awol. I just have been taking time to be. I had no choice but to return today, as my blogiversary is around the corner. Yes, we turn 5 on 6th December. But, having said that; yes, I have missed not being in my cosy den too! Watch out for this space for a quiet celebratory post this time, just by me.
“When a woman decides to cut off all her hair, she discovers something underneath that is liberating. It can be therapeutic because you let go of the idea that you need these superficial extras to feel beautiful.” – Emon Fowler It wasn’t a passing whim or a fleeting fancy I caught on to, when I chose to shave off my head on 11 October, this month.
“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.” ~ Mary Oliver
“Ichi-go ichi-e” (in Japanese) translates to treasuring the unrepeatable nature of a moment. The term has been translated as “for this time only”, and “once in a lifetime”. “Mujud Roz” is a Kashmiri blessing and benediction that translates to (always) be in the present. It’s a reminder that life manifests in the here and now and to relish the present moment, as it passes in the blink of an eye.
“The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Earth” without “Art” is just “eh”. – Demetri Martin
“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.” – Gary Snyder
The Harris family is on a much awaited road trip to the mountains. Amidst the Winding roads, giggly twins, the eighteen year-old plays Watermelon Sugar on a loop. Mrs. Harris lovingly passes around the cookies and sandwiches; she has meticulously packed. Mr. Harris deftly steers his van to the much awaited destination. The breathtaking snow peaks gleam against the golden light. As they savour the view and the crisp mountain air, the radio splutters back to life. A grim…