Some pay with their life.

We talked about things we would do when we grew up,

Things like; getting on an airplane, which seemed like a dream,

quite impossible, we whispered, and then we laughed,

“How could we afford a plane ride – that’s far-fetched I’d say.”

But, my eyes strayed far, beyond the seas, beyond the stars,

“I would someday, you’ll see,” a notion I kept deep inside.


Then, there was that wish as every young person yearns,

To be able to afford the finer things in life, to be rich,

Until you learn that riches are but for a time.

the best things in life, he whispered, are not free. They come with a price,

a hefty sum you’ll see.


Some pay with their life, just to stay alive, the best things in life, come with a price.


We walked away somewhere beyond, where the mountain dew draped and colored peaks,

and lifted our thoughts to acknowledge our dreams.

How did the mountaintop meet the sky? Did they spring upon a mound and gather the stones and where a land barren was, did they raise the earth to touch the sky?

Hopes and wishes and dreams, they are but the same, words different, but somehow, they begin a wanderer’s journey.


Faux-pas et al. The French Language & I – Voila.

In the first month of refreshing my spoken French.

Mistakes and all.

I was devastated by my appalling conduct/performance.

I learned that you can read, and write but not speak if your pronunciation is wrong or your vocabulary is limited.

In the second month, I got better and better. I started improving day by day in the language.

But still, far from my understanding of French speakers when they speak.

In the third month and beyond. Yes, yes, yes, I’m on my way to France..haha.

Good day How are you? I think I’m ready for France. I can read and write and understand at least three-quarters of spoken French. Isn’t that great?

Well, it shows that dedication and perseverance lead one to success.

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Have a great month of October.


Does anyone else have problems pressing the “like” button?

I am not sure if anyone else has a problem when trying to press the like button after reading a post here on WordPress. I can’t seem to like a post.


Here’s something for you from the Pinterest account, inspired by Robin Sharma’s Who Will Cry When You Die. The title caught my attention when I first visited a quaint little bookstore in India. I had a plane to catch and during the three-hour flight, the book kept me company. So when Robin gave me some of his insights in his note to me yesterday, I was inspired to write a poem. I hope you like it. It is titled Who Will Cry – shobana

You can go here to view it:


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