Sometimes starting something is small and seems insignificant and it may well be. But even the most profound things needs a start and more often than not a start is humble and small and insignificant. The Saviour of this world was born on a quiet night under humble circumstances, perceived as illegitimate and rejected and yet He was and is the incarnation of God, the only son of the Father, Creator of the universe.

On a run in the Andaman islands recently

Nothing indicates that this will be more than a small, forgotten little blog with a few half-baked thoughts, yearnings and experiences. Yet, we have limited vision into the future and the potential of things. I want to put a little-bit of myself into the words that I write here. I don’t intend to advertise it, watch the number of likes or feel happy or sad if it is being read or not. But if something has some meaning to someone then that will be enough reason for its existence.

I had another blog earlier,, but deleted it some months ago. I was discouraged and in pain and wanted to remove the “phony” words that I have written. Even now I want to warn the reader not to attribute anything good to me other than what was put there by the creator himself and which is present in every person created in the image of God. I am going to try to upload those posts again to this site. Let’s see if there is a way to do that.

Here’s to a small start.

Zechariah 4:10

10 Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin, to see the plumb line in Zerubbabel’s hand.”

Keep running