Cloudy day
Paris, France (April 2017)

I woke up to cloudy, after-rain weather, a welcome treat for someone like me who doesn't like the sun a lot. I've lived in the tropics all my life; moments like these break the monotony of humidity and warmth. In order to complete the picture-perfect moment, I should've had a warm cup of freshly brewed tea, a good book, windows open to let the fresh breeze in, and the joyful kind of solitude; but the truth is that I dozed off after a day at work without an after-thought, my nap dreamless, only to be awakened by the sound of my brother's utensils as he made dinner--a healthy broth of fish and vegetables.

There's a tinge of selfishness in my indifference, sometimes indignation, at knowing about the minutiae of people's lives--the strongest argument supporting my avoidance of Facebook--but here I am, writing about mine.


  1. I don't know why I find minutiae on FB tedious but on blogs acceptable; that's just the way it is. :-)

    I like rainy weather well enough if I can stay at home but hate it if I have to go out.

    1. Thanks for taking exception. Perhaps because blogs are private spaces that don't necessarily intrude in one's social media, unless directly linked by other users.

    2. That's it! I chose to read it---it wasn't imposed on me.

    3. Thanks for choosing to read, then! :D

  2. "Taking exception" would be to object. You must mean "making an exception." — A friend wrote to me. Ah, I love my readers. I meant "making an exception"! :D


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