Life with cats, and other things…
When I was finally free, at age 29, to live my life as I saw fit, more or less, I found that I had no social skills to guide me. I had not learned how to live among people my own age, for that matter, any age or class. I had no idea what was … Continue reading No regrets
Doesn't everyone love things that are rare? The other morning, I heard a sound that is fast becoming rare, as an aircraft passed overhead. I haven't yet reached the stage of rushing to the window to look, but I did capture this photograph of contrails. Our sky was full of them till recently. After I … Continue reading Escaping…
"This may turn out to be the unfinished epistle", I wrote on November 7th, 1986. It was the beginning of my latest and last, as it turned out, though not "unfinished" epistle, to friends who always claimed to enjoy what I wrote about my travels. Which was convenient, as I loved writing about them. Why … Continue reading Lost Horizon