Sometimes the emptiness one feels for the recently demised can only be compensated with warm emotions and memories of the past which we carry for the rest of our lives.

I'm on the longest beach in the world right now. It has been a while since I last came here, almost eight years I think.

Yet another year has passed me by. Like any other year, this one has had its share of ups and downs. Throughout I've made memories...

It is that time of year again. Winter is here and Christmas is only just a few days away. It's about time you knew, that scientists

They say that during the course of a lifespan one lives through and remembers many cherished memories. The extent to which our mind remembers these memories depend on the effect the memories had in our lives.

Summer bid goodbye not too long ago, but winter is already here, rushing to say hello. There is a short season between summer and winter...

I always make it a point to never extol the virtues of consuming eggs before ensuring that my egg is either poached or boiled.

The sign outside the gym door says that children are not allowed inside. But I pretend I cannot read English when I hit my proximity card key fob on the gym door to allow me in. Why? Because I have no other choice but to ignore this particular sign.

We live in a time when new heights of all that's good and bad are being reached. An unhealthy lifestyle and off the charts eating habits is no different. Having a pot belly is anything but a trend yet every other person seems to have one.

I woke up with a start. Someone was pounding my door. The anxious face of my elder brother looked down upon me as I opened the door. “Do you know where my tupi is? I can't find it anywhere!”

I first came across the word, Amish, in one of the volumes of Nancy Drew mystery stories series some 20 odd years ago.

Once upon a time - when Facebook was not yet born, when people would actually depend on handwriting more than keyboards, when finding a new friend was not just a click away - there used to be a way through which people would make friends: pen pals.

For most of my twenty-something years I have never romanticised the past. You see, in my head I was too young, too inexperienced and too eager to live in the present and anticipate the future to spare a precious moment's thought to the past.

The transformation starts subtly enough. A cool breeze caresses bare skins; like a casual hug from an acquaintance you meet after a while.

Tuck that tummy in! Get that chest out! Straighten that chin! Well, that will do for the moment.

SOMERSET Maugham in his novel , The Moon and Sixpence, about the tumultuous life of an artist obsessed with his art above all else, draws the perfect analogy.