Sweet Tooth

A surge of chocolate, an urge of pain. 

For solace in misery, a prism in rain.

Like warmth in winter, Like shade in heat.

For despaired heart, a gush of bitter-sweet.

The Only Constant is Change

This post may be a wee bit abstract, but it isn’t philosophical. Anyone expecting a profound discussion will be disappointed. It may also seem rather long but it is merely a conglomerate of short posts with one central theme i.e. ‘Change’.

1. Change of residence: This serves as an excuse note for not having fulfilled my promise to write regularly. Two reasons – 1. My laziness (No elaboration required) 2. My move (Some elaboration required)

Reason for the move – Irrelevant
 

Date of the move – Also irrelevant (Nevertheless, It was 31st Oct. Trick or Treating day/night)
 

Place we moved to - Toronto or so I tell people unfamiliar with cities in Ontario (Canada). For those who are acquainted, the name is North York. Quite a charming place it is. One can see a lot of parks and parkettes around.

[Etymology: ‘Parkette’ – origin Canadian – meaning A very small park with benches and play facilities for kiddies – usage People think I am being super creative when I mention the word Parkette.]

Total time spent – More than three weeks.
 

Overall experience – Summarized in form of an unsophisticated poem: