Describe one habit that brings you joy.
I don’t chase habits, don’t count or bind,
Joy lives outside the patterned mind.
No need to measure, strive, or show,
It rises quiet, and starts to flow.
Describe one habit that brings you joy.
I don’t chase habits, don’t count or bind,
Joy lives outside the patterned mind.
No need to measure, strive, or show,
It rises quiet, and starts to flow.
What are you curious about?
I marvel at an ant’s small stride,
Then dream beneath the starry tide.
A leaf that twirls, a mountain wide,
All stir the seeker deep inside.
I chase no end, no final goal,
Just threads of wonder feed my soul.
Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.
She gripped the rail with trembling grace,
Each step a mountain, slow to trace.
I held her hand, we climbed as one,
No medals won, but hearts were spun.
How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?
Like morning tea with a spicy twist,
A breeze that teases, hard to resist!
Half poetry, half curious spark,
You’ll guess I’m smiling in the dark.

What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?
I light the lamp, I wear the thread,
But skip the scripts the elders said.
Not every ritual makes me whole,
I follow few, but with my soul.
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.
What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?
Carrom, for me, is more than a game,
It’s life in miniature: corners, rebounds, aim.
Each strike a choice, each miss a lesson,
A quiet duel of chance and intention.
What foods would you like to make?
A pot that simmers what words can’t say,
Tea that holds the ache of a far-off day.
Breads that rise like hope unplanned,
And meals that heal with gentle hands.
What is your favorite genre of music?
I dance to tunes both old and new,
Where melodies rise and joy breaks through.
A beat that lifts, a hum that stays,
That kind of music makes my days.
Describe your most memorable vacation.
It wasn’t the place but how I felt,
Where worries vanished and time just knelt.
Barefoot joy beneath the wide sky,
And silence spoke more than words could try.
