the greatest journey

the greatest journey

Flying back home to Florida today.

It has been a memorable trip with plenty of laughs with good friends, good food, and even some romance.

Yet, as good a trip as it has been, sometimes, the greatest journey is the one we make inside our hearts……I rediscovered life and myself.

Will be back blogging on Tuesday. We reply to all and get back into the blogging thing.

Be well.

Hope you made your own great journey. Safe travels.


the recovery begins…..

No one does not.

the recovery begins…..

Still here folks. And out of ICU.

Now, let me tell you. There were two nurses in ICU. They weren’t nurses, they were bombshells like those Victoria’s Secret models. They had tubes in my mouth so I couldn’t speak. Ever tried to flirt with tubes in your mouth?

Oh, the frustration. 😑

Life just keeps kicking me in the……. βš½οΈπŸ€

On a different note, my heart will go on…..

Queue in Celine Dion……

May be he is you🌹🌹🌹🌴🌴🌴🌴

Perhaps you have seen the conversations between myself and Aruna on my blog, or maybe you have read her poetry dedicated to me. She is one of my first followers and a very loyal friend. Now, she has drawn her image of dew, The Lonely Author. Enjoy.


Right or wrong?🌹🌹🌹🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴

Sketch by Aruna Sharma.

WONDERFUL.πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚hey dew!!🌹🌹🌹🌹🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴

Or may be like this guy

🌴23.04.2020. 11.05pm




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