Daydreams, written at night

My workplace recently organised a singing bowl meditation workshop on account of World Mental Health day. I get the intention. I had participated, not because I was asked to participate (multiple times) though. Anyway, given there were fewer yoga mats than people, we were practically on the floor (#1) in a meeting room that is in the middle of the workplace (#2), with some colleagues around (#3). Safe to say, I was not feeling particularly free and relaxed. The instructor, wh

The last month has been slow. I missed home more than usual, maybe because of the festival season. It was also a less busier season at...

If you are a medium-term reader, you already know I am averse to the idea of having kids. As in, I enjoy their company and am more than...