With one too many things hurrying us forward, writing is one that we can savour.

Publications here are not intended for one, but for someone, thank you for stumbling by.

The author is a little tip-toed child puffing his chest trying to be an adult; and an old man incessantly calling up his grandchildren trying to share their youth. Words here are words of candor masked with nonchalance and eloquence, words that are out of place but in sync with a stranger, hopefully you.