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Don’t Conform; Transform!
I don’t usually reblog, but this time I could not resist. *Apologies for my lack of posting, I’ve been a bit ill but do enjoy this post from Paradoxical Personality * Continue reading
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Do You Want To Know?
“The problem with losing your anonymity is that you can never go back…” ~ Maria Maples Even now, as I sit at my desk typing this message, I feel my throat closing as anxiety and fear meld into a thrilling… Continue reading
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The Marriage Mafia
Writing this I was immediately tempted to begin with “my Indian back ground” but then I stopped to think. I’m from the kind of family where even my granny has always said, “don’t rush it, honey.” So really this has… Continue reading
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Meeting A Creative Casanova
Being someone who grew up constantly exploring the strange medical realm (basically being sick at least sixty percent of my life if not more) I have a brilliant understanding of hospital etiquette and I am well aware of the strange… Continue reading
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A Mother’s Footsteps
Mother’s day. Another western custom that has slowly filtered through into the more conservative eastern culture. Growing up in a Muslim Indian home with relatively strong traditional and Islamic values, we really never celebrated Mother’s day. While the message of… Continue reading
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The Definition of Love
Yesterday as I dragged my feet back to the kitchen carrying a tray laden with left overs from a wedding celebration, my mind could not rest. It mulled incessantly over the meaning of love. What is this ambiguous feeling that… Continue reading
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One Drop
One drop. It only takes one drop…. Splash, one tiny drop. Splash, one crimson drop. Continue reading
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My Prayer For You
This life of ours is such that no man can truly predict it. From happy surprises to those heart wrenching accidents, there is but little we control. And for those of faith, our prayers are our form of solace and… Continue reading
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Sitting with the Clouds
Growing up as a tomboy I gathered a number of rather nifty and interesting skills, among these skills is the ability to manoeuvre myself out a window and onto the rooftop outside my passage window. And while that seems relatively… Continue reading
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The Never Ending Carousel
Round and round. Life spins, so fast that you don’t notice at first. The light then dark. The high then low. And here you sit on your perch. Held up high then dipped a little low. A pattern we all… Continue reading
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