Was today typical?
Not quite the same, not wildly new,
A touch of calm, a shade askew.
A sprinkle of magic in mundane clay,
No, I wouldn’t call it a typical day.
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Becoming
How would you describe yourself to someone?
A whisper of calm, with a thunderous core,
A seeker of less, but dreaming of more.
Part wildflower, part well-read storm,
I bend with the wind but refuse to conform.
Echoes of a Triceratops
If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?
I’d call back the Triceratops, calm and grand,
A symbol of peace in a war-worn land.
Its silence would echo through time’s great lapse,
A whisper of balance in nature’s collapse.
Whispers of Rome
If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?
I’d drift to Rome with skies so wide,
Where time and beauty softly collide.
A gelato in hand, lost in art’s embrace,
Love writes itself in every place.
Simied
What’s the story behind your nickname?
Dad named me Simi, not just on a whim,
Short for Simran, a soulful hymn.
Meditative, joyful… perhaps a bit quirky,
Guess they sensed I’d dance through life murky!
Rhythms of Well-Being
What strategies do you use to maintain your health and well-being?
I move with the sun, rise with the breath,
Stretch through the silence, run past regret.
Food that’s kind, and thoughts that heal,
A little daily joy seals every deal.
Moments, Not Miles
What are your future travel plans?
Not just places, I seek pauses in time,
Mountains that breathe, rivers that rhyme.
Journeys where the heart feels seen,
Not miles, but moments, in places serene.
Unplugged, Unmasked, Unrushed
What would you change about modern society?
I’d slow the race, hush the constant chase,
Replace screens with more face-to-face.
Let hearts find pause in the noise we’ve made,
And make kindness a currency that’s always paid.
When the Sky Sings First
What do you listen to while you work?
The tin sheet sings as raindrops race,
A peacock twirls in joyful grace.
Birdsong, breeze, and leafy cheer,
Nature’s orchestra draws me near.
Warmth Between the Crumbs
What’s your go-to comfort food?
A buttered toast when the soul feels bruised,
Golden and crisp, in silence infused.
Not just for hunger, but comfort I choose,
A bite of belonging when I quietly lose.
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