Category: reflections

Serendipity

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It is that time when I must take stock around the house and dispose off eggestras. And of course, as usual, Fate beat me to it. I opened the fridge to keep something and was about to shut the door when my eye caught something strange. I opened the door...

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Crybaby

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Can you believe I see the obit column, titled “Tribute” in the newspaper and shed tears every day? They come unbidden. It is not like I want to cry, Mi, although these days my tears are always at the ready to pour at the slightest trigger – be it sadness or...

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New things

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We had to replace the kitchen tap. About time, too. This time I splurged a bit and got one of those taps that don’t need to be turned, the one with a lever, just like the bathroom washbasin tap. So hilarious we still have the tiny basin the bathroom no? And...

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I Proposed Universe Disposed

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Yesterday, I was all settled and ready to finish up a post – a review of a hair oil and hair pack (imagine! bet you’re finding it really hard not to smile) when I realized it was dinner time. Intending to continue after dinner, I toddled off to make poha...

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Groping in the dark #YesAllWomen

Groping in the dark

We are, you know. Every other day, there’s this news splash, followed by outrage over molestation of women. Disgusting, I know. And of course, like every other woman/person reading these accounts, my blood boils and recalls incidents from my own life, some where I reacted, and some where I didn’t....

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Today #WeekendCoffeeShare

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If we were having coffee–and of course we would–I’d tell you I woke up with butterfingers today, again, Mi. Everything I picked up, slipped off my hands, slipped from my hands. The worst was dropping a bowl of really hot oats straight from the stove to the counter. Eww. Just...

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Time for Coffee #weekendcoffeeshare

Time for coffee

Mi, if we were having coffee–as we used to, at least four times a day–I would always have so much to tell you. I smile at the thought of Sury constantly puzzled by what we could possibly have, to talk about, all the time. Obviously a lifetime wasn’t enough. Right...

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