The last day of the year, in the heart of a South African summer. I’m at work now (sadly), but this time of year brings back fleeting memories of childhood summers gone by: Hours and hours in the back yard playing soccer and cricket; Still more hours and hours on the tennis courts, pushing ourselves … More Summer Daze

There’s something different about taking the train. Far from the privacy of traveling by car, yet in some ways, a journey with more solitude; allowing more personal time to think, reflect, and observe; not having to worry about traffic and road obstacles, letting the conductor direct you, in this big, metal carriage, on a fixed … More Train of Thought

Whenever I hear an infant cry, I think of you – remembering the many months when you could do little else to express your wishes to a pair of adoring but stressed parents, that had to cater to your every need, and soothe your every discomfort. The time when you were so small you couldn’t … More For Toddles

I once had a dream, a desperate and beautiful desire, to share my life with another, in a bond unlike any other. To no longer be alone and unloved, but to be a garment unto another, a soulmate – to accompany me through the journey of life. And then that dream came true. But along … More Dreams re-awoken

It comes again, three years later – for me – the birth of a new day. The rising of a fresh morn, an everyday occurrence, now often overlooked – taken for granted – in the never-ending wheel of grown-up life. The sun’s light spreads far and wide long before his arrival in this place today; … More Sunrise in Paradise

Fly, Fly, Fly away. Away from this place of never-ending assignments. A cog in the wheel of production – and you must be efficient; A small part of the assembly line in this knowledge factory that seems to never rest. Write, Write, Write what you want to write about. Free, Free, Free your mind from … More The succession of precious pursuits

She flaps her chubby little arms in excitement, as if she wants to take off – my little birdie, trapped inside a human body. She slaps arms, knees, skin – whatever takes her fancy, and she’s thrilled about it; the kind of raw excitement a grown-up will probably never know again. She babbles incoherent sounds … More She Flaps

(Part 1 written on 12th January 2009; Part 2 written on 22nd October 2009) Before I forget, Let me scribble down The thoughts I wish to express – Record for my own self As a memory of this moment of my life. Before I move on, Let me remember the feeling Of being submerged in … More Mash