So, I have not yet decided what this blog will be about.

Hence, starting it off with a small poem I wrote a while back, when I was being intensely homesick, after moving to the States, leaving all my friends and family behind. It is going to be four years on August 12, 2015, since the first time New York welcomed me with its unabashed frenzy and two years since my little girl stepped into this world in this very city and made it my second home. The fact that  Roya and I both took in our first New York air on the same date, will never stop amusing me.

This poem is dedicated to my BFFs and family back home.

¤«Good Times»¤

Remember the days my friend

The days that we wished would never end

When we were happy as we were

Some little worries here and there