Well, I never thought that not writing in the blog would make me so impatient. There were many things that I had wanted to write about, but owing to the shifting and settling down at a new place, I could never digitalize them or get them on to paper... the urge to write was too much to ignore and I ended up writing a Malayalam poem for my son.
Now as I write these words, I feel strangely liberated. Feels good to be able to write in the blog. I know that not many finds my writing good. I have tried marketing my blog; but results show that it has not worked. I guess I am a better in HR than marketing. I should have known that all along... Perhaps that is why I choose to be a HR professional when I got a choice.
I do hope that this forced silence will help me to churn out better writings... It would at least provide me the motivation to keep them coming - no matter what. This I know for sure - I love writing- a lot more than I thought before. And I sincerely hope that my pen will not stop...
Of Little Trips and Great Learnings
The other day, we (some staff, volunteers and service users of Mary Seacole House, Liverpool) went on a day trip to Llangollen. This wasn&#...
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മഴയൊരു നനുത്ത സ്പര്ശനമായ് പെയ്തി റങ്ങി- യ വനി തന് മേനി നനയ്ക്കവേ; കുളിര് കൊരുമാ മഴയെന് മനതാരിന് തീക്കനല് പതിയെപ്പതിയെയണച്... -
I am sure that almost all the parents in India is familiar with the person in the picture shown above. He is the latest an...
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A year and a half ago, I was pretty content with my writing gigs, sketching & drawing, and doing things I thought made me happy. As the ...
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