About

The words contained in these pages are the traces of memories left from the many curtains of my mother’s homes.

For the most part – white in colour. Like the hearts of those who surrounded me in the early years.

And yet, at times, you may see the glimpses of others – those who tainted those white curtains in their own ways and left behind stories that are everlasting.

These white curtains are still a part of my life.

And as such, you will also come across the ramblings of a young woman ravishing in the wonders of this world.

At times, they may be letters – at others, photos of the days and nights passing by.

And when I am most at rest, words that seep with ink and tea.

I hope you enjoy them all – and can join me in navigating this world – at times filled with dreams and at times with too much of the reality.