On one particular night, I had a dream, while I was in my little cocoon, in a home that felt like a cave because of the COVID-19 lockdown. In the dream, I saw the word COVID-19 popping out of the biblical text, indicating that it’s a prophecy. A prophecy is a prediction about the future. … Continue reading Is COVID-19 Prophesied in the Bible? Can We Break Prophecy?
Have you ever had a checklist? I was reading 'The Rosie Project' a little while ago, and like Don, I had a list of things that I was compulsively mulish about. Don was looking for the perfect life-partner, and he realised that the one who met all the criteria in his checklist wasn't his perfect … Continue reading The Perfect One
I was going to meet a friend for dinner. There's something about dinners: recuperating after a long day's work, swirling into a trance as the lingering flavours relaxed my cumbered mind, flying on virgin Pina Coladas, swooping the warm soup through my oesophagus in the cold wintery night. In essence, dinners were my favourite meal … Continue reading Storytelling Through My Sketchbook: A True Story On A Cold Wintery Night
For decades, people have told their stories in the most impactful ways. I remember swooning over some storytellers and sometimes, with some narratives, I found it so hard to connect. I chose this story because I wanted people to view the other side of David. David was almost like a vigilante, a person who saved … Continue reading Storytelling Through My Sketchbook: A Critical View of David
Many months had passed by, I had started attending my classes by the river at the Southbank Center. When I moved to London, I was hoping I'd make new friends. Since I was studying education in arts and culture, I was amongst a class full of artistic, divergent thinkers. They loved going to the museums, … Continue reading Reminiscing my trip to Cambridge
It was a difficult afternoon; we were finally going to know. My father had procrastinated for almost ten years, only because the tumour was benign. My father's suspicion had led us to a tense afternoon. The preliminary tests showed traces of malign cancer. My father had no clue, and nobody told him. He was clueless … Continue reading A Tense Afternoon
Those who know me, know my weakness for food. If there are two things I love the most it's probably travelling, and frolicking about in new eateries. Last month, I went to this place called Sly Granny; after having friends rave about it for some time, I thought I'd come check it out for myself. … Continue reading Dining Experience At The Sly Granny
I could not imagine the purity of Queenstown; the whiff of fresh air; pellucid waters set against the southern alps and its enthralling beauty. Queenstown is a small city, possibly the smallest I’ve been to; It’s home to just about 28,000 people approximately; snuggled away somewhere in between the southern alps. The city has a … Continue reading Queenstown – Landing on Pure Paradise
It was a stormy night in Sydney. My room at the Star Hotel by the Darling Harbour was all purple: the linen, the quilt, the pillow covers, the curtains were all shades of purple and lavender. I tucked myself in bed in my room on a high floor, and the wind whistling and beating against … Continue reading In Stormy Sydney
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