“I will prepare and some day my chance will come. ” – Abraham Lincoln
What will the journey be like?
We may be in the digital age but prints are holding their ground. The way a book weighs in the hand, the texture of the cover and the pages, that little gush of moving air when a page is flipped and the smell the book exudes; these experiences are irreplaceable.
Lesson from transparent brolly: when it rains, I can still look up.
The road is never long with good company.
There’re so many little eateries in the back lanes of Shinjuku. Familiar faces in each of these shops are as important as the tastes of the food. I’ll not forget the friendly owners and the chefs whom I’ve interacted with in these places.
I can’t stay where I am because I’ve got places I need to go.
“Why fit in when you were born to stand out?” Dr Seuss.
What do we do while we wait?
Tradition in a modern world. How do we ensure what’s good is being passed down? Effort? Relevance? Appeal?