Vedasri Siddamsetty

The city of Montreal is drenched in French and thus in all things beautiful. The unquestionable lurking of art in every corner is morely supplanted by pretty streets that could put even the streets of Paris to shame. And their Notre Dame, a 1:1 replica os the original one in the city of lights is a beauty to reckon with, now with its original having gone up in flames. Such a pity I couldn’t speak French I thought, and without having any french to pardon we settled into our hotel across the Notre Dame marvelling at its beauty and the Place’ d Armes that it is lurched on. As we walked the streets of Montreal after 5 days in Toronto, the clean surrounds of Toronto became increasingly clear, well with art there tends to be a mess, or what else can I say! Sitting jet-lagged halfway across the world now in Bengaluru, even Montreal seems very clean now, but then in comparison to Toronto, its a lot earthy that the clean, clean Toronto. But the soul of Montreal is unmissable, it is indeed extremely beautiful and with it’s French feels extremely charming.

The Notre Dame was built in the 1800s by a protestant architect who is said to have turned Catholic by the end of the construction. The technology was a lot more developed that when the original was built yet the younger Notre Dame is just as beautiful, it may be missing the Seine, there is the St Lawrence, but then the visuals of the streets that surround the Notre Dame more than make up for it. In city planning function is alluded to more often than form, but only if we could garner up as much or even more importance to form we will be living not just in luxury but a thing of beauty. Montreal is extremely beautiful as it feels like one of the cities that pays attention to its form. Lined with art galleries and pretty cafes, the streets of old Montreal doesnt feel real, right from a story book, yet it is gorgeous. The kiosks that line the main plazas also have artists sketching up the city’s frames, turns out every side you look has a visual worth capturing. On the other side the cruise ships dock as its passengers get out for a walk in the streets of this beautiful city. We were entertained in the Place Jacques Cartier with scrumptious Italian food, kiosks that bring in Paris and a view of the new Montreal that is dotted by glitzy skyscrapers of the future.

The Centaur theatre, the village, the Museum of Illusions are other fun spots while gallivanting in Old Montreal, the atmosphere buzzing with artists and art aficionados alike make the city absolutely electric. In the province of Quebec, a stone’s throw from the capital city of Ottawa, Montreal has the best of Canada with a bit of France thrown in and the potion that this cauldron holds is alarmingly wonderful. While the Notre Dame is also very close to China town (now which city can escape from its Chinatown!), the momos folded up here especially in Soup and Sammi is just the best perhaps in the world. When you are eating piping hot momos as the snow flurries around you, looking onto a Notre Dame in french-speaking Montreal, you realise that the world is indeed flat or it has been flattened. The coming of the jet has opened up planet like never before but this city was built in the times of the pirates and the ships and hence its development would have been slow and organic, feted out in good time, the infusions layering on over time making it so very real.

The next morning as we made our way to the St Joseph’s oratory of Mount Royal we were treated to views of the city that would ring a bell. The beautiful church with its wrought iron fences all twisted in pain, probably the pain that Jesus felt nailed at the cross, had devout Christians praying, in all earnest. The modern church with it’s pipe organs and high vaulted roofs bring the massiveness and other wordlyness of religion into the picture. Looking down from the steps of the oratory we view the magnificient University of Notre Dame laid out in neat lines with all the Tim Horton’s muddled into it’s structure. A lot of Indians are seen and felt in this country, studying, working, finding opportunity in a country that gives them all the makings of a great life and perhaps good health. The book I was reading then – The Body says No by Gabor Mate refers to a lot of studies conducted at the University of Toronto, at the University of Notre Dame and all other universities of Canada and I can see how sitting in this beautiful country with great weather for half a year how the minds intelligence is magnified. When the conditions are tough or the land and mind are allowed to fallow, genius is born. What I mean to say is that the break that nature bestows on people with the extreme change of weather, or on land, the trees shed their leaves, the land lies fallow taking a break from living or doing and simply being allows a fine productivity. The Mount Royal with its coulorful trees in the fall and its stunning skyline is a ballet between the beauty of nature and the beauty of the human mind, that can create in all glory. My favorite season is the summer, but then fall is the season to be, to reflect and to take in beauty on orange, as the fall fairy comes out lighting up the temperate forests across the world.

As the sun set and the La Metropole lights up my brother drove us to yet another marvel of the architectural world, the Habitat 67, built for the world expo that Montreal hosted in 1967. The fifteen feet cube is used in various numbers, molded together to create a habitat for the humans, a successful experiment of building using only concrete, that is strengthened to have living spaces of sleeping, dining and living in various compositions to allow for a form that is both delightful and light. The signages all across the road of this building are dotted by do not stop, considering the number of people slowing down to take in this wonder. As I stepped into the lawns to cut a picture the speakers blared out warnings of this building being a private property. With no fence, we just cannot know what is the public sidewalk and what is the private domain, the boundaries are blurred. The building has the most incredible view of the Montreal skyline across the river St Lawrence. Beautiful buildings should be allowed to view, atleast for architects! I heard Moshe Safdie, its architect, talk about his work at the World Architecture Festival in Singapore in 2012, but seeing it in real, the effect is totally something else.

A brief stop at the Olympic village, Montreal is also the city that hosted the summer Olympics in 1976, makes one really wonder at all the feathers this city has in its cap, the retractable stadium and its swimming stadium at the Olympic village had me all heart, and the city had me all heart and soul. Decidedly one of the most beautiful cities in the world, wit art at every corner and laughter every turn, Montreal’s soul and its buzzing electricity, makes it charming, most loved all the same, and when it can serve up the best vegetarian dumplings and that too by the dozen, it’s winning, hands down!

The Notre Dame in Paris met with a rather fiery end as its roof burnt down just four years ago. But it’s exact replica built over seven hundred years later lives on in the once French occupied territories of Quebec in the city of Montréal, though without the picturesque Seine running by its side. Instead perched on the Place de Armes this building is yet furnished with the famous rose windows and the gothic arches that it’s predecessor was famous for. Today a beautiful show in stunning light, sound and visuals is presented with the insides of the Notre Dame as the backdrop. When light is accompanied by sound the effect is multifold. As Jesus is born the world hears his heart beat, the seasons change, fire is replaced by water, the winds blow out the fall leaves and finally the heavens descend. The sight is one to behold. As the candles are lit and the ominous stage set, one is welcomed to experience the part of Christianity that seeks to elevate the soul. A tremendous feat in the 1100s, but one that was again repeated across the Atlantic in the 1800s and that is the beauty of faith, the faith in Notre Dame.

The Notre Dame was to house 8000 worshippers and be the most beautiful church in North America, it sure still is. And in a location covered in snow for half the year, the construction of the church was completed in a record 35 months! And interestingly the architect chosen was a Protestant who converted to Catholicism by the end of the church’s construction. The entire space is the gothic cathedral, exactly like the one that shot up in flames in Paris, but captures its essence extremely well. The beautiful cathedral is all goth in a time that is not goth at all. And though it’s bearings are from a dark time of the past, its present is very much alive and real, much like the beauty of today, wearing it’s past very very lightly. The interiors are guilded and remind one of the renaissance, while the light and sound show with winning lasers on the murals and the Christ orchestrated along with the music transport one into the heavens and back. The candles are lit, we still pay and pray or rather pay to pray, yet sitting in front of the enactments from the Bible are gorgeous never the less.

Niagara Falls and as it does it rises it’s beholder to heights unparalleled. It offers views like no place else on the world and feels like little else. From the Canadian side the falls seem like just another place, seem so incidental but while walking up the Bridal Veil falls present themselves first up and lead one onto the Horse shoe falls curvy and splendid. The sights on the American side then seem like little when the whole deal is seen on the other side. The sound of water is deeply relaxing and a water fall could well be a scene of utter delight if not simply a matter of calm senses. On the Canadian side of the falls there is the viewing deck that takes one up close to watch the falls from the side and front while portals behind the falls bring one really up close to the backside of the falls where the mist dances about and give one a beautiful sight that is both unforgettable and deeply moving. Like all natural beauty, it incites undoubtedly a feeling like nothing else.

If Niagara Falls and the whirlpool is a beauty, the town Niagara-on-the-lake is a spectacle. The city that is surrounded by wineries and grape farms, seems turned back in time with its architecture, it’s theatre and its shops. Cows the ice cream shop was serving up delicious ice creams and it’s neighbor the Hat shop had be pretty amused with its array of hats, the Niagara apothecary though shut when we visited was the first pharmacy in Canada. It’s leanings towards the essential oils hence the essentials of life are unmistakable. The clock tower and the administrative buildings swathed in brick and wrought iron cut pretty pictures that are well balanced by the trees on fire in the fall. The fall fairy was working her magic in full swing bestowing us with bewitching views. The views of the city of Toronto amidst the clouds are a winning feature of the Niagara-on-the-lake.

Living in full tech, but so close to nature and in proximity to the historical neighbourhoods makes the town very popular for bnbs that facilitate one to enjoy the times gone by. As history has it, the entire town was burnt down in fire and in the 1850s, it rose like a phoenix out of its ashes and has been maintained thus since. A stunning piece of man-made beauty amidst all of Nature’s glory. A walk in the park, a lick of some ice cream, a hat on the head, a theatrical show for the senses, and one has all the ingredients one needs for being touched by beauty. The falls are never shut and they uplift one plenty with their being and their surrounding. All that we wish and pray for, much manifest at our very best, yet we can never be a visionary to what nature at its best can bring forth for us. All we can do is hope to be inspired and surprised by nature, by the universe, by life and enjoy the newness of people and of experiences. Our imagination can be vastly triumphed by our faith, if only we let it. And while advancement may be a recipe for the future, being still in the moment may well be all we need, for the moment is our life and only when we let it be we be.

Tucked away in the Northern Hemisphere, on one of the Great Lakes, Lake Ontario is the city that boasts of towering skyscraper, ample alleys, generous sidewalks and parks for every age. While the people seem to adore peace and quiet in general, I couldn’t help adoring the pretty dogs that came out for a walk every other turn, all manicures and styled no less. The city that is hinged on parallel roads and bustling intersections comes alive mostly when the sun is out and the weather warm, else the only places one may bump into people is a warm Tim Hortons right around every corner. The towering feature visible from every turn though is the CN tower that towers over the city and offers 360 degree panoramic views across the city. The old is vastly enveloped by the new and brick has long been eclipsed by the glint and gleam of steel and glass. Yet the most striking feature of Toronto is its cleanliness. It’s only much later when I was met with by homeless people at the Toronto public library carrying their entire belongings in a pushcart and sitting reading on the computers at the Toronto commons that a little filth of the city showed up. Poverty is inescapable even in first world countries.

While there is much to do in Toronto, summer boasts of its range of activities, while fall has one witness a spectacle and winter comes with its own charms, weather is serious business in the city and it dons different hats in its very many seasons. The Nathan Philips square is testament to all the activities the city has up its sleeve. While Meghan Markle and Prince Harry were said to have been spotted on Yonge street and Bloor streets during their dating days, the shops that line these streets have their A-game on and bring high street fashion onto the street quite literally. Condominium living and working downtown have their perks with walking to work very much a possibility if not the plethora of options that include the street car or trams, subways and the good old bus. A very immigrant friendly city, the potpourri of cultures is very much visible. More so in the University part of the city, the parts of the colleges in the city, much a part of the main city, a walk away from downtown at times. The fun university vibes are then felt in the climes. Outdoor activities are not just appreciated it seems vastly cherished, ofcourse when the weather permits!

The greater Toronto area that include precincts like Brampton and other suburbs is not as glitzy but so endearing, the suburbs with their brick building, stone facades and expansive lawns bring forth the country living feels bring one yet so close to the happenings of a major city. The mighty Costco also finds its way into the suburbs where cost and value meet with pride. The city has its ballet, it’s sport, it’s art, it’s culture while the suburbs quietly power the city working in the background but ever so delightfully that the city never loses its shine. As Indians, finding food, finding our tribe and our fit was not hard at all in a city that is a lot like New York but ofcourse not New York. The suburbs have some beautiful homes all fitted with everything the owners could ever dream of in a dream house. While the gardening lovers would have a few pots in their downtown homes, the lovers of the greens could literally have a slice of the woods in their backyard. Perhaps even a bite of the fall colors in their home. Toronto’s Billy Bishop airport in downtown is greeted by ferries and a tunnel for access, adds to the diversity in the views downtown. On the 37th floor of one of the beautiful condominiums one could simply watch away in a meditative trance as the CN towers dances in colour as the sun shuts shop for the day. While most of the American sitcoms are shot in Toronto that pass off for a New York setting, the vibe may well be quite similar, with the sun high up in the sky and brighter than ever!

Now, now, now, I heard that fashion boosts confidence, at times the environment, most often the GDP, but would one ever think that fashion holds the potential of boosting health? Thats pretty much a tall claim to make and as fast fashion or even haute couture brands use the swishiest of fabrics, to make uber stylish clothes we are not to blame to be literally swished off our feet. But here’s a fact, science for sure. Every body has a frequency, for healthy humans the frequency is at 100 mHz, for the diseased a lot less and for the ill at health the value rests at lower than 100. And apparently, apparel has frequencies too. Anything above the frequency of our body’s brings peace, harmony and healing and anything less is just the thing for lowering our frequency.

So on that note, presenting to you the work of the Jewish scientist Heidi Yellen,

• Linen, made from flax – 5000 mHz
• Wool – 5000 mHz
• Organic cotton –  70 to 110 mHz
• Non-organic cotton, bleached and/or dyed – 40 to 70 mHz
• Rayon, made of wood pulp, including bamboo – up to 15
• Polyester, made from petroleum – up to 10
• Spandex, Lycra, and elastane, made from polyurethane synthetics – up to 15
• nylon, synthetic polymers – up to 15
• Silk – up to 15.  Made from silkworms just after they’ve spun themselves into a cocoon to transition into a silk moth.  Cocoons are boiled (with worms in) to unravel the fibers. 

While we are at it, here are the frequencies of emotions that are worth considering too!

• Enlightenment – 700+ Hz
• Peace – 600 Hz
• Joy – 540 Hz
• Love – 500 Hz
• Reason – 400 Hz
• Acceptance – 350 Hz
• Willingness – 310 Hz
• Neutrality – 250 Hz
• Courage – 200 Hz
• Pride – 175 Hz
• Anger – 150 Hz
• Desire – 125 Hz
• Fear – 100 Hz
• Grief – 75 Hz
• Apathy – 50 Hz
• Guilt – 30 Hz
• Shame 20 Hz

So could that equate to Linen = Enlightenment or even joy? I’d have to test this science for myself.

Delving further I did some research on our surroundings and here are the frequencies of construction materials:

• Wood – 1100 Hz
• Stone – granite is 6900 Hz while Sandstone is 8700 Hz
• Glass – 20-200 Hz
• Stainless steel – 100-200 Hz

Nature’s frequency combined is about 432Hz a frequency that when we are surrounded by helps one relax. The musical instruments at that vibrating frequency are said to be healing.

If harmony and calm float your boat, these may be points worth considering. Well even in the Bhagavad Gita, Lord Krishna extols the virtue of a calm mind. A calm temperament is the true measure of success, or as my Grandfather puts it, if you are calm you win. And when in nature you are calm and hence you win, there is a thing about nature and that is you are one of it!

All the greatest contributors to society have a routine I am told, just as I go flitting about my day full of chaos, I believe that time blocking is of the essence, also the fact that none of the self-made billionaires of merit seem to be fond of wearing watches and with that very gesture “own” their own time. Also add to that quirk the nature of avoiding any sort of decision fatigue that may arise as such from deciding on what to eat and what to wear on a daily basis. I would mostly go on my whim, or rank from the vegetable most in need of eating to decide the menu, but well that hasnt been on my plate thus far. Yet time and again we find that time blocking actually makes one more prone to getting the best out of their day. No worries I am not advocating the 5 am club, Mark Zuckerberg wakes at 8 and so do many others so waking up to me merits the sound of bird song more that the productivity bias, yet there is such a thing as circadian rhythms unless ofcourse one descends from the wolf, and that is a subject of much other discussions.

So time blocking is to set a particular time lets peg it at 30 minutes for the sake of discussion and keeping to one task in hand for all those minutes, it works on a physical basis too if not just psychological as one then can step and stretch every 30 minutes. This time blocking puts an end of time to the task and the proclivity of one finishing the task with an end time in mind really works wonders. What if the task cannot be completed in 30 minutes, like writing a novel or so, one would then be advised to break the task into bite-sized components, spread over many a day and that works too. Time blocking with a timer works best but just in case one does not want to yield to instruments of oppression a heightened awareness of one’s physical being helps in not getting just too absorbed in a task. When I would work as a full time architect or even now when I sit with drafting softwares like AutoCAD I find time literally melt away as the mode of meditation kicks in. Drafting can be super meditative just like writing this blog could be.

But for a creature of non-habit, settling down on a routine is caging and sometimes devastating. I could literally swear that my creativity comes from chaos, in my schedule, in the world, in my home or even in my head. It really helps me to not have a schedule, though research clearly suggests otherwise. Non-routine is my preferred state though years of education, and now again getting back on the treadmill of education for my son, there certainly is a routine that I have to honour time and again. However much I settle into a routine, I promptly find an excuse to shake things up a bit. This afternoon after a meeting at 3 pm shortly after lunch I realise that some time blocking is actually fantastic. For me solitary mornings with music and nature, followed by a family breakfast, site visit mornings, meeting in the afternoons, winding up with sketches and moodboards at work and then nature evenings followed by hours of reading before catching in those laboriously deep snoozes work best. What about you??

Whatever age you are and a lover of Barbie or not, the Barbie movie that has taken the world by storm is worth every dialogue in it in gold. Yes it’s a pretty world, it’s perfect and ofcourse it’s imaginary. Not to say thank goodness it replaced the baby dolls that preceded it. When the narrator says Barbie means to be whatever she wants to be it is true, that’s what the doll is all about. In a skewed world, it tries to make sense.

Greta Garwigs dialogues are so on point, shake up the imagination and whips up so much cheer that made my cheeks hurt in the first part of the movie. Barbie is a doll, she’s not a human, far from being a woman, and yes she is imaginary for she is an idea, an idea that could inspire several other ideas for generations to come. I had a field day with my Barbie dolls, her bubble bath, her long hair, her fancy clothes and her dream house. I do not know how relevant she is, I have a son so I haven’t been arm-twisted to buy dolls but I have to say that the movie is very much relevant.

The dressing is on point, the style is on point, yet the films heart is on point. When Barbie says you are beautiful to an old woman at the bus stop by 5 year old exclaimed, she should be telling her, the other way is happening. We don’t need to condition but we could know that beauty is beauty and it is alluring, yet there is heart, and when that shines skin deep matters none. There are a few dialogues from the movie, more like quotes which are a treasure, not to forget the song by Dua Lipa, Dance the Night, and Aquas remix version by Nicky Minaj which revisit the very popular numbers that we literally grew up with. My favourite color is pink, all shades of it but mostly the Barbie ones, and I perhaps maybe biased to the pink world, but Barbie has many other colors up her sleeve and so much reality that would make even the cynic-est cynic nod.

Here are some lines I loved!

Since the beginning of time, since the first little girl ever existed, there have been dolls. But the dolls were always and forever baby dolls…Which can be fun… for a while, anyway. Ask your mother. -Narrator

Humans only have one ending. Ideas live forever. -Ruth

She was discounted by Mattel because a pregnant doll was just too weird. -Narrator

It is the best day ever. So was yesterday, and so is tomorrow, and every day from now until forever. – Barbie

Barbie has a great day every day, but Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him. -Narrator

Yeah, because actually my job, it’s just Beach. -Ken

I would never wear heels if my feet were shaped like this. -Barbie

To be honest, when I found out the patriarchy wasn’t about horses I lost interest. -Ken

I’m a Barbie Girl, now and forever, and Thank God for that!

Also I must say, well played Mattel!

All heart and soul!

This beautiful living room made its way into the heart and soul of the city, Indiranagar. Trendy yet timeless, classy and plush, the soft ethereal appeal of the space is powdered to perfection with hues of light, a sprinkle of cinnamon tones, a sturdy Sabyasachi backing that heralds the romanticism of Indian mythology, it’s sublime ethos, soft furnishings with the gloriest of thread-counts, the dash of paint in line with the character of the home, a stoke of texture that livens up in all vivacity, wall panelling that is fluted akin the Corinthian columns in Ancient Rome, balanced by modern nouveau proportions, sofas of the finest craftsmanship, by the Italian maestros themselves, the numen of luxury interior design, the coffee tables alight with the brilliant touch and God-level detail of the Etruscan master smiths, shipped ala the dolce vita manner, in their own sweet time!

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Recently I was at a luncheon where the ladies miffing each other said, what is a life of only partying, what kind of a life is it to not have a purpose. And then I was left mulling over the question of purpose. My best friend from school, Vishwa, a bright scientist in her own right, kept asking us this question a bunch of years back. Ofcourse though she asked a lot many diverse people across different professions and the like, no one answered her up to her mark and now apparently she has abandoned the question.

So here are my two cents about the subject.

Blessed are those who do not feel the need to have a purpose. It then certainly means they are doing something purposeful. Everything has a purpose and knowingly or unknowingly serves a purpose, so living unquestioningly about your time here may well be the best way to live. That said even more blessed are those who dont spend time questioning and criticizing other people’s purpose. Do you, and do you well and perhaps the purpose dilemma is solved. But if you are one who is wondering what your purpose is in life, no I am not guiding you to a test, I’d rather just prod you to think, preferably on a beautiful outdoor walk and the answer will come to you. But after my years on this planet, I really think not everything has to have a purpose that satisfies you, some people and some activities are purposeless, but they offer buffer to the extremely purposeful and lend some balance to life! That said, life is a wheel to keep up, it has to keep moving, time seems to know that and hence it works for us!!

Forgiveness means different things to different people, but mostly it involves an intentional decision to let go of anger and resentment. Its also something that cannot be voluntary or so I have devised, its totally involuntary and employing forgiveness is literally like putting down a huge grandfather clock that was carried on the shoulder. Its brilliant, it restores one to lightness and utter happiness, just forgiving also means not keeping score, in other words not remembering. So a daft memory is really an upside for those who chase happiness. But what it does not have to mean is reconciliation. There needs to be no reason to burn one’s hands with fire, again, that would really be sheer stupidity. There is no doubt that forgiveness is great for anyone, after all, why would one want anyone to live in their mind space allowing past hurts to be replayed.

There are many reasons one forgives, maybe the end is near and conflict in any form is not desired while giving up life, perhaps because it has been held on for too long. What if the offender is a serial offender, harboring insane levels of jealousy or the mind just works like that, like a work of art, whose every behavior defies logic? Well then, putting it all on karma works best in that case. I’ve asked for it, is a way to put it. Everything is so much easier if one believes in the fairness of life or the fairness of the universe. But to put it out there, the universe is not fair, it’s not even square, and there’s no symmetry but all one can then hope is that the universe favors you! But then there is the joy in a loss too, maybe that joy when found makes forgiveness come a tad bit too easily. There are reasons for spite that goes beyond one’s comprehension, the best thing to avoid hate, or being hated is to remove oneself from the situation, far and wide. And once bitten, twice shy, and third time probably dead. Again depends on what the biting ;D. Letting go and getting away is what a good person does, the bad person simply adds to more situations building more fodder for even more attacks.

Here’s hoping the true spirit of forgiveness is understood by all and everyone lets things be, and lets things go instead of force-fitting pieces that don’t fit together in the first place. There is so much maturity and ease in allowing existence than forcing existence. Hard work or working on things is not always the right thing to do. That I feel for sure. Force-fitting pieces together is the worst thing that can be. Why the insistence, why the force, why can’t like jive with like and let the unlike be! The fish may climb the tree upon firm insistence but what a pity it will be when it forgets to swim.

That’s the thing about forgiveness it cannot be forced and therein lies its merit.

I do not want to be a disapointment I heard myself say, obviously shocking myself in the process. I obviously do not know where that came from and apparently, deep down in my consciousness, I wanted others to be delighted with me, by me. No wonder the crusade to be light and to delight, delight is my favorite word in the English language, it just has the right ring to it I think. Now while I could choose to be delighted, by me, I soon seem to have forgotten the concept of boundaries and no matter what one does (or does not do to delight) the subject of the audience is always subjective and that is an opinion one needs to learn to appreciate and accept or the ticket to forlorn-hood or forlornity if you may please is a given.

With that I am readying myself to disappoint and to be disappointed in equal measure. No I am not a people pleaser or perhaps I am, and that’s the root of this journey to disappoint or not to disappoint! And people pleasers are what we definitely should not be, not at the cost of becoming a person-disappointed with the person being you! So here we go, while everything cannot be controlled, the disappointment may well be embraced just as playfully as we may. Delighting in disappointment may well be the need of the hour. While I go on and make peace with my ability to disappoint, what fear or un-want of yours are you going to embrace today?

Life may well be in the living and swallowing a bitter pill or two, the aftertaste of bitter is always sweet, so says science and I attest it! (You can too, after popping a karela or an amla into those fancy tastebuds ;)) Oh well! Chasing delight never seems to end 😁