My corner.

I am a pensive person. I think a LOT. I overthink, I day dream, I wonder, I fore see, and I fantasize. I have been flying a lot lately and that gives me more time to let my imagination and thoughts run amok. As if, thinking a lot in general wasn’t enough, I have been blessed with more opportunities to let my imagination run wild. Lately, I have taken a fascination to penning my thoughts in a free flow manner. I don’t stop them. I just start typing, pouring every facet of my emotion into words, not caring the least about how it turns out. It gives me peace of mind. I have been visiting airports often off late and notice so many people rushing to make their flight on time, and I have seen more number of take offs and landings than I ever have in my lifetime. Being in airports and in flights, gazing out into the vast expanse of white/blue gives me a rush. It gives me a mild rush of adrenaline knowing I that I am waiting to board my flight, knowing that I would be cruising so many ...

  Most of us have a physical place that we call home. A standard roof plus walls that provides us shelter.  A place we retire at the end of the day, possibly with family, or spouses, or hopefully with pets, or just on our own. We all come back to this place hoping to unload our burdens, share laughs, shed tears, be with our loved ones, be at peace. We revel in the little moments that we cherish, watch our children grow, watch our pets do silly things, fight like cats and dogs only to forgive, forget and move on.  Growing up, I have lived in quite a few places, Chennai (India), Saudi Arabia, Dubai(UAE) and now in Vancouver (Canada). Albeit a major portion of my life has been in Chennai. So, I guess I must call Chennai Home? But then I am married now, and I live in Vancouver. So, do I call Vancouver home? Disregarding what my passport says, what does my head/heart say? I would gladly argue that a major portion of my life along with how its shaped me up to be, ha...