As I sat on the shore of the bay this weekend, in a chair. I thought about the people close to me, in my life, each of them as a child, in my mind’s eye, with my eyes closed. The innocent, perfect, silly creatures they were in the first 5-10 years of life.… Read More Inner Healing Intelligence.
I walk into the bar with three friends. The group of young 19 or 20 looking girls turn their heads slightly. I size up each of their mate values. I infer the amount of time they spent in the mirror before arriving. I position myself in close proximity to the attractive girls’ group while… Read More I am the star of my mind movie- 10 pm to 4 am on a Friday night
“You say you would like to sit beside me while I write. Listen, in that case I could not write at all. For writing means revealing oneself to excess, that utmost of self-revelation and surrender… that is why one can never be alone enough when one writes…why even night is not enough.”… Read More Solitude for an introvert: A Love Story
