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Maudlin

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These days, my middle name is Maudlin, Mi. Yes. Foolishly sentimental and emotional. Perhaps being a Mom does that to me. Although, why not? You loved me as much as, if not more than I love my son, so you’d understand. Good ol’ unconditional love. It has this freaky habit...

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Memory lane and a red bra

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I stepped out into our verandah this morning, Mi, just to enjoy the no-pigeon-ness. Sure there are feathers floating around but a far cry from the poop carpet. Oh, two glorious weeks of not scraping shit. I still haven’t done anything to beautify the place because it needs another scrubba...

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Life is short. Enjoy the coffee!

Life is short. Enjoy the coffee Vidya Sury

Five deaths in the family in the first half of 2016, Mi.  If that’s not an indication of how temporary our existence really is, I don’t know what is. It is surreal to receive news of a death.  Talk about fragile lives! Do you remember that early morning in July,...

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Joy Of Missing Out #JOMO

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I am happy to enjoy the JOMO, Mi. We still enjoy listening to the radio, getting into a tizzy over what the next song will be and humming along. Watching classics on TV. Although, I use the word classics quite loosely. It seems that these days, classes can be anything...

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Splash!

Last night, it happened again. Just as we were winding up the kitchen, done with dinner and clearing up, “toink” went the tumbler full of excellent coffee decoction, dashing all my dreams of delicious cups of coffee today. This time it decided to splatter every surface, including the stuff under...

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And so the story goes

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Funny…and amazing how life goes on, Mi. It is 6 years now since Fe 8, 2010. For me the day dawned much like every day the past week – rather dull. I am hating the smell of turpentine, what with having to put ear drops four times a day. It...

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The Softest Baby Skin

Softest Baby Skin Vidya Sury

Babies. Just the word brings on such a happy smile and warm feelings. Our entire being fills with peace. We think of innocence, soft skin, delightful gurgles and cuddly sweet-smelling bundles. Our Vidur was all of that, wasn’t he, Mi? Do you remember the day we brought him home? He...

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