Rushing against time.

Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The future’s not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be These days are passing by in a blur, a frenzy of activities, one after another. I can’t believe its Thursday already, officially almost end of the week. We have made our schedules far…

Autumn in my backyard

I have always had a soft spot for Autumn. The season of fresh, cool air and crimson leaves. Its a humble season which gives us a chance to slow down after the happenings of the long summer, and also to nourish and prepare ourselves for the incoming ruthless winters. Its the season of full sleeves…