• Writing

    Digital Immortality

    As a writer, the concept of legacy holds a particular resonance for me—a legacy not just of words, but of thoughts, emotions, and the indelible marks we leave upon the universe. In this era of unprecedented technological advancement, the notion of digital immortality stands at the forefront of a revolution in how we conceive of memory and legacy. Digital immortality, a term that once belonged to the realm of science fiction, has quietly insinuated itself into our reality through the corridors of social media, AI, and virtual avatars. These technological marvels promise an allure of permanence in a world characterized by transience, offering a form of immortality that is rooted…

  • Diary

    Redefining Success: A Journey Beyond Conventional Achievement

    In quiet reflection, I often ponder the evolution of success. This concept, so deeply ingrained in our collective psyche, has undergone a significant transformation, particularly in the 21st century. My journey through life has led me to challenge the conventional notions of success, embracing the shifts in societal values that redefine what it means to truly achieve and be fulfilled. Every morning, as the first light of dawn breaks the horizon, I step out onto the back porch of our house, greeting the day with a ritual that grounds me. There, I take a long, contemplative look over my property, embracing the ever-changing beauty of the landscape that unfolds before…

  • Diary

    On My Horizon

    Today marks a turning point in my life, on my horizon is a moment that feels both liberating and profound. After years of carrying the weight of my past, encapsulated in the worn pages of my old diary, I’ve made a decision that feels like a bold step into a new chapter. My diary, filled with painful memories and trauma from both my job and personal life, has been my silent companion through the darkest of times. Yet, today, I decided to let it go, to release the hold it has had on me. In a symbolic gesture of moving forward, I chose to burn my old diary. The decision…

  • Photography

    Before These Crowded Streets (Redux)

    Standing at the corner of Railroad Avenue and Main Street in Stamford, New York, brings back a flood of memories from my childhood. It’s incredible to think that this intersection was my playground from the age of eight until I moved out to start my own journey. I vividly remember taking a nighttime photograph here back in 2007, capturing the essence of my hometown under the glow of street lights. Looking at it now, it’s heartwarming to see that while some things have indeed changed, like the street lamp which now has a more modern design, the essence of this place remains untouched. The buildings, the layout of the streets,…

  • Writing

    Living Like Ghosts

    In modern life, the colors of individuality and anonymity can blend into a complex pattern. I often ponder the desire of many to simply live their lives, and then be enveloped by oblivion upon their departure from this world. The societal shift towards seeking obscurity puzzles me, as it stands in stark contrast to one of my deepest fears—the fear of being forgotten. Throughout my life, I’ve tread the path of the unsung heroine, performing acts of kindness and courage without the expectation of accolades or recognition. My actions are driven by an innate sense of duty and compassion, never craving for the spotlight. Yet, the human part of me…

  • Diary

    Difference Has Been A Constant Companion

    This morning, after yet another restless night filled with tangled dreams and half-formed thoughts, I found myself lying awake, staring at the ceiling. It’s become a ritual of sorts, a quiet moment before the dawn, where I turn inward and ponder over the adventure that has been my life. It’s been a journey akin to an errant beam of heat seeking out a distant star, always flickering, always different from the paths taken by those around me. As I lay there, the gentle sound of rain against my window seeped into my consciousness. The rain, with its persistent, misunderstood droplets, seemed to echo the feelings I’ve harbored for much of…

  • Diary

    This Summer, I’m Cranking It Up To 11

    As the snow finally decides to retreat and the greenery in Vermont timidly peeks out, signaling the arrival of warmer days, my heart does a little happy dance. This is the time when my mind starts spinning with plans for the summer. This summer, I’m planning to crank it up to 11 on the fun and adventure scale! In the spirit of making the most out of the sunny season, I’ve scribbled down a list of things I want to do. This list isn’t in any particular order, but each item on it sparkles with the promise of making this summer absolutely unforgettable. First off, imagine the thrill of creating…

  • Photography

    Lincoln Center, New York City

    I took a trip to the iconic Lincoln Center in New York City, a premier destination for the performing arts. The expansive space in front of the Lincoln Center is often brimming with activity, but on this day it was more serene, with only a few individuals milling about, perhaps reflecting on the day or enjoying a quiet moment in the city’s hustle and bustle. February 2024

  • Photography

    Jaguar XJ6 Series I

    Against a backdrop of bricked facades and snow-dusted streets, sits a classic Jaguar XJ6 Series I, its pastel green finish reminiscent of a bygone era of style and grace. This isn’t just any street; it’s Bank Street in New York City, a place that holds more than just cars and cobblestones—it cradles memories of my childhood. The snowflakes cling to the cold metal, adding a touch of winter’s delicate poetry to the scene. It’s more than a picture—it’s a snapshot of history, heritage, and personal nostalgia, all parked side by side on an ordinary day. February 2024

  • Photography

    Greenwich Avenue

    The corner of Bank Street and Greenwich Avenue, usually bustling with the rhythmic pulse of urban life, finds itself wrapped in an unusual silence today. It’s as if the city itself has taken a gentle pause, allowing its residents a momentary respite from the relentless pace of everyday life. The corner of Bank Street and Greenwich Avenue offers a peaceful interlude in the otherwise dynamic narrative of New York City. I’m reminded that even the most relentless urban landscapes can offer moments of tranquility and reflection, inviting us to pause, look around, and appreciate the quieter, softer aspects of city life. February 2024