Freddie Mercury: bohemian rhapsodist, stitcher of songs

Mama, I don’t want to die, I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all. ~ Freddie Mercury . There is something enduring about the Bohemian Rhapsody and it still finds a place on many of my playlists. It was on an evening during lockdown last year while I was out walking, in a singular…

Shearing grief off a Ficus

There is this beautiful Fiddle Leaf Ficus in my home that wasn’t naturally meant to be a stand alone tree like how it’s ornamental use dictates. It is from the plant genus Ficus, of about 900 species of woody trees, shrubs, vines and epiphytes, many of which produce aerial support roots that hang from their…

A haiku-esque photo amble on a long beach …

Stratified clouds jostling for attention, a self effacing Sun, quietly forming dunes, all conspired to create the perfect sand and spray in Ocean County, New Jersey; a day that began with oysters, after a long leisurely drive that ended finally on a long stretch of beach that provoked spurts of inspired Haiku. I call it…

A road less travelled ~ The Old Mine Road

   On a cool weekday earlier in May this year, having driven for miles to synchronise existential thoughts to musical rhythm, alongside a fine tapestry of sounds created by Erik Satie, Herbert Pixner, Evgeny Grinko, Estas Tonne and others, I found myself meandering along chords that lend themselves to such peripatetic philosophical  pursuits. I finally arrived…