It’s The Closest To Us — “ The menopause is probably the least glamorous topic imaginable….” “Most people would consider the old phrase “change of life” a euphemism for the medical term “menopause,” but I, who am now going through the change, begin to wonder if it isn’t the other way around. “Change of life” is too…

Mainly because there are others in our lives — Any intention, mission, thought, or deed involving others isn’t going to be as simple as I would like it to be. The root isn’t in the intention, mission, thought, or deed. It is because it involves two parties, myself and the other. “ So, what do you need me for?” “Well……

The untold and unshared… does it mean the unknown? — When the door opens… Alegria was born to be a dancer, her Mom told her. It wasn’t a choice nor a plan. It was a mission. The dream that her Mom couldn’t achieve. The debt she needs to pay to her Mom as her Mom said, “ I give birth to you! I…

The one story that should be written but is often delayed — A Thousand Questions Life is full of questions. From the fundamental question, “Why are we here?” to the mundane questions like, “What are we going to have for dinner?” Could we deem some questions more important than others? Could we alienate some questions? Could we include only the ones we found answers…

Would you have warm rolls from the oven with me at 5:00am? — “As Good As It Gets” — The movie “How do you write women so well?” “I think of a man, and I take away reason and accountability.” “Pay me a compliment, Melvin. I need one. Quick.” “You make me wanna be a better man.” Those are my favorite lines from the movie. I can’t share any further…

Words don’t come facing each other — So, we think that the longer we are together, the easier it gets. The more we understand each other. The closer we are. That thought remains an illusion. We don’t put in the equation that the longer we are together, the more transparent we will be. Can we take all…

The Power and Darkness Of Her Memory — Prelude — An Unprecedented Question “Grandma, why can’t we take a walk in the forest?” Suri asked. Her Grandma looks at the outside window solemnly. Her eyes are watery but empty. There is a feeling of numbness inside her. Maybe, that’s why she didn’t share it with anyone. Maybe, that’s why she doesn’t feel anything…

The Place Where Others Are Secondary, Yet Humanity Stays As Primary — Saturday early evening… I am reading one of Carmellita’s great pieces of empowerment, “Do I Really Feel Like Writing Today?” And it was the right piece to absorb. I’ve been writing and reading a lot less these past months because of my health and dealing with my Dad’s passing. Ideas…

None Of Them Will Last… So, Why Bother? — I have been wary about the word ‘sacrifice’ for a long while. The word seems to be glorified with its connotation that we are doing good deeds for others. I’ve heard the word in five different languages, and they all seemingly mean the same: giving something of oneself to others…