i speak in silence

One night, a sudden urge to review past comments written in my blog prompted me to highlight some of the comments I wrote.  I read and re-re...

A place called Pilok up by Kanchanaburi lies pristine beauty. Of love eternal with aspiring forever the bridge as silent witness. Bright mor...

I remember my good Angkong (lolo or grandfather) who established a small restaurant when he settled in the country.  I, being the eldest boy...

Getting off the cab one morning, I was waiting at the garage of my student's house when I heard a familiar voice.  "Kat, please tak...

It was difficult to move.  Inasmuch as I conditioned myself that change was imminent and good, I was enveloped by deep sadness during my fir...