Samasthiti

I have a fascination with Bougainvillea - they enthrall me. The only other flower/plant that does that to me is the Frangipani tree. I love it equally - maybe I love a bougainvillea more. It's bougainvillea season in Singapore right now. I was on the way to the airport last week and for miles and miles and miles there boulevard was lined with these gorgeous bright little flowers - they were even hanging off the over-bridges. After a couple of crazy days at work and personally, it was like watching magic unfold - almost like a new lease of life, which my trip to India cemented further. I connected with some very close friends and realised that distances truly don't matter that much and we promised each other that when we are in doubt of whether to call or not - we will pick up the phone and call.  Coming back to the flowers - there's something about beautiful shades of pink, orange and red against white walls or any walls for that matter, under a brilliant blue sk...

It's a holiday here today in Singapore and I'm battling a sickness that has left me without a voice for one week now. My raspy hoarse voice has gathered many comments from "this is very sexy" to "you sound like a boy breaking into puberty" - all very hilarious and all very welcome by me. I'm not a huge believer of  using strong medicine (steroids and antibiotics) to treat common colds, but this time around, I gave in and decided to seek medical help to treat this stubborn condition. Seems to be working already. So after a 12 hour sleep I woke up feeling beautiful - still without a voice though. Anyway, I digress. Over the last couple of weeks, or maybe months I have been thinking very hard about life and all aspects of it. If you've read some posts from my other blog, you'd know that Im questioning many of my friendships, I'm questioning the idea of love and I'm even questioning ShahRukh Khan - that is serious stuff. I am at that p...