This is a journal of my touch-and-go relationship with the wind as I bike from my home to work on a cloudy morning. While it sounds un-ordinary, it is anything but that. Are you interested in a vicarious readback of my journey? A journey, "supposed to be 15 mins", but turned into a mindbending warp of 45 minutes. The scene begins- with me sitting on the hill near my house. The winds blow away the clouds, forcing them to hide the sun, the sun ever so shy. (dedicated to boo-bo

You invited me, hahaha, what a fool I was! This is a recollection of my memories from those days, those days preceding the famous 6/22 culminating into 7/4. This has been a trip to remember so far, let's make it remarkable, shall we? You invited me, me alone, in may To the north, north of Santa Barbara's bay, North of Los Angeles and north of San Luis Obispo To the wonderful beaches of Big Sur The north shall remember, they said; Send us on a mission to find a cafe Overlooki

Walk a mile with me, in my shoes. Will you feel and understand my overflowing emotions? Just enjoy and feel my happiness as I take away your sadness for once. Will you walk with me? As I look into your eyes, so brown I want to bow down, Pick your shoes up for you, No, not those causing you pain and suffering But something else, something outliving those memories So, walk a mile in my shoes and feel my emotions, will you? Walk with me as I show you a new world, a possibility

This is my journal from my first roller rink experience at Melrose, LA on Aug 23, 2024. I went with my friends to learn roller skating, yet I gained so much more, learned so much more. Thank you to some wonderful people to whom I dedicate this. Thank you, you made my day. (Finally, felt like publishing this 2 years later) Not one soul plundered something dear Before you came along, skating Lo and Behold! I stand here Distraught yet smiling, giggling Why am I smiling? You ask

On September 15, 2024, I spent the day volunteering at Beyond Blindness. I never wrote about it because I didn't want to share about it...

This year, on my birthday, I want to walk down the old town road reminiscing this past amazing year. This one, specifically, is my...

This is a journal of my first-hand experience with SNOW I remember the day distinctly Walking through a blizzard A storm facing another...

I come from a place Hot or Cold? You may ask! Yeah, It's a furnace! Not too far from the Equator Yay!! That's my home, but I love the...

This is a journal of my recent bear mountain hike - The Tim Thorne Loop (A 3-mile walk from Manitou station to the trailhead) with my...

Colorblind yet Bright This is a letter to the leaves in the Harriman State Park: The yellow, bright leaves on the ground shed by the fall...

The Language of Silence Published on 28th Oct. These are some questions I have for you when you sit next to me in silence. This is a...

Alright, Clouds, So Tell me why do you float in the sky When you can hike on the Ginormous mountains I come here asking you, If you want...

When Blue skies darkened, when Cities got crushed like a broken man's soul You were there searching for a planet in that dark sky filled...

To My Dear Friends Dear number five, We are here After the break, some new faces, some been here for a year Yet the feel is new, fresh...

Transmission Line As Oscillators: A Chaotic Question I was reading this paper on Transmission lines with non-linear loads just when this...