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the air is sad, everything is sad

dreaming in meals

spotted at the red light that turns to work

uniforms for all seasons

worst part of winter laundry

and we wonder how time flew by...

On the long daily commute back from work, I keep looking out for them as the train makes its way to the suburbs. They sneak in once in a while to check in with me in tunnels and explode into a party over bridges. They're always there... bouncing along the streets guiding everyone home.

I’ll be home soon

lost the trail in gokarna

a space of our own

An Arrival. The means to a sense of freedom is always changing. What we hold as the torch to get us to this “freedom” is constantly shapeshifting, as we do our deeds and live our lives in a cycle. What doesn’t change, however, is where you arrive once free. That space where you can breathe easy, the lens through which the world seems clearer. A landscape in your mind where all constructs cease to be and you can flow free. This destination is not fixed at the end of a certain road, it’s not something we can escape to or mark as a finish line. It is closer to us than our thoughts themselves, and it’s on us to create the ripples to find it. ~ Thoughts on freedom with thesparrow.in

dtc dtc

Did you know that tulsi helps clear up goldfish ulcers?

Third batch for #36daysoftype M for Melons N for Nori O for Olives P for Peppermint Q for Quail Eggs R for Radishes

shoe magnet

a sleepless night in transit

playing cards on rooftops in suburbia