Death…

I have come across death, in dreams of suffocation and threat, when I lose respect in someone's head, sitting alone wondering 'what next?',spiralling in endless series of regrets,leaving myself behind for others, to impress,in unusual fear and cold sweat,Oh,I still have a long way ahead...© Swati C.Photo by Hoach Le Dinh on Unsplash

Spill a Word: Saudade

For the love of languages... Spill a word ! Origin: Portuguese A constant feeling of absence, the sadness of something that's missing, wishful longing for completeness or wholeness and the yearning for the return of that now gone. This can take different aspects, from concrete realities (a loved one, a friend, the motherland, the homeland...) … Continue reading Spill a Word: Saudade

Sunset with Mr. Toby

Mr. Toby Twain and his grandson Robert moved to Canada from New York city in 1931. This generation of chemists, owned a successful business in America but the shattering Great Depression of 1930s took away the dreams and hopes of millions including them, causing nation wide migration. Canada was not spared in these troubled times … Continue reading Sunset with Mr. Toby