The nicer the car the worse the misery is in Michigan. On my recent travels to West Virginia and New Hampshire, it was painfully evident how much curvier and graded the roads were. The plentiful potholes in Michigan were replaced with delightful nooks and crannies. Sadly, she stayed put at home in our garage and[…]

It is entirely possible that the sun will rise next morning. But you just can’t be sure. In the last few years, there has been an incredible numbing of the senses. The smells and the taste feel doctored and domesticated. Eclectic experiences float away readily, requiring me to intensely remember even just the basic details.[…]

through the looking glass The strangeness of 2017 was so stark that I didn’t have the strength to summarize it before the year ended. We are almost a month in to the new year of 2018 and I finally think I am at peace with the year that was. I can’t characterize 2017 in one[…]

Wishful thinking? Delhi destroyed me. The winter temperatures were considerably milder than Michigan yet I got the chills inside the house. The floors were permanently frozen and the cold air clung to my lungs. In the afternoons, the sun would attempt to warm up things but that did not help indoors. When I was outdoors, I[…]

There are two ways in which you can get to know your car really well. The first one requires two buckets of clean water, micro fiber cloths, pH neutral shampoo and gentle time to hand wash your car. It is only then that you become acutely aware of all her surface complexities. From afar, her[…]

it is lust, it is torturous  And I’m aiming right at you