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Summer Calls

Summer Calls

Coo ooo ooo, Coo ooo ooo, Coo ooo ooo, Coo ooo ooo – each rising an octave higher, the screechy koel rouses me from a sweaty, restless slumber. Awash with light at 5 a.m.,my room is bright, the sun already high. I stretch out like a lazy cat, reluctantly to waken to another hot summer day. Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I look out on the lawn outside, the patchy green amid dusty trees. The sun high in a pale…

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Childhood memories: Kick the Can

Childhood memories: Kick the Can

From today Ms. Papaya and Little Po will be home for the summer. Three months of bliss till they go to big school. A large part of their time will be spent at home or down in the garden. They are of course too small to play with the big kids and look longingly at them in the garden. This reminds me of a story I wrote several years ago and which is still relevant today.  ’5..4..3..2..1.. Ready or not,…

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April’s Fool – Reality is mere Perception

April’s Fool – Reality is mere Perception

This Western tradition of playing pranks and jokes on unsuspecting people on the 1st of April is known as April Fool’s Day. Sometimes the jokes are really funny while at times they can go really wrong. But this is one day where you can pull someone’s leg without fear of recrimination. However, I find that it isn’t only in the month of April that we get fooled. Often times, the reality is quite different and we are fooled more often…

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Purple Passion # TellTaleThursday

Purple Passion # TellTaleThursday

Paris or Venice ? It was a toss up between the two. Shreya wanted to go to Paris as it was the city of love while Vicky wanted to go to Venice. He fell in love with the city after hearing the story of the Purple Beads of Passion. It was rather a strange story to tell a little boy but he loved hearing her tell him how the translucent glass Morano beads she always wore round her neck came…

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The Plane #FridayFotoFiction

The Plane #FridayFotoFiction

Zahan and Kayan loved playing on the rocky beach while their parents snoozed in the shack.  It was exciting scouring for shells and other treasures that were washed ashore among the flotsam. Suddenly Zahan spotted something and ran toward it, his fat feet stepping gingerly on the hot pebbles. “Look Kay! Come quick! See what I found!” he shouted excitedly to his brother. “Coming Zee,” replied his sibling, a little wary of his brother’s ‘discoveries’. All too often they amounted…

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