There are people who you learn to fear and then there are some who you know you should fear. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out where Rosy aunty fit in.
If we don’t push ourselves hard enough for the race ahead, we’d be crushed in the stampede that followed.
Life isn’t a Jane Austen novel and I’m not a doting protagonist.
In two months, this blog turns six years old. And yes, I’m as surprised as you are.
I’m about as violent as the pastel shades used to color something pure and beautiful.