Category: Writing
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Your Mother’s Heartbeat
I let my mind drift,As I lay with my head on your mother’s chest,Listening to her calm heart beat.Relax.So many things to do and things I want to do.Relax.But I have such limited time.Relax.I lifted my head, unsure –And suddenly noticed how quiet the world was.I could no longer hear your mother’s heartbeat.And I remembered…
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A Letter to A Friend: Safe Journeys
Safe journey, old friend, and tell us how it goes.Take with you some aims and goalsAnd when you get there,Meet those people, see their habitat,Find their intricacies:The small things that make them tickThe things that make them, themThings they wouldn’t notice amongst themselves. Activities, customs and acts they can’t help doingOut of desire, necessity or…
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Joyfully feeding
This morning just as I was unlocking my bike from the bike racks, a gentleman came up and apologetically wanted to move his bike (which was next to mine) out of the way. On both handlebars of his bike, he had two heavy plastic bags. As he was moving the bikes out the way, I…
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For a moment
The room was square with chairs placed against the side – four of them, all blue. White walls. I walked across the grey-blue textured carpet. There was a distinct coffee spill – probably instant coffee judging from the dull colour. The chairs were square shaped too. I took a seat on the one of them. A…
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Bedtime Story: The Red House by the Lake
One day, there was a little girl and she lived with her parents in the city. They were getting tired of the busy city life, so they decided that they would go far away from the city, and far away from all the busy people. They decided to go to a lake. This lake was…
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Necklace, Rebirth, Care
I stood by the shore, in the afternoon sun, with my surfboard and wearing my wetsuit; ready to enter the warm waters of the West Coast of France. Recently, I had found a necklace that I wore when I was a child in India. It was a string necklace, with small beads. The pendant was…
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The things we did this year
I was standing on a field in a friends farm on the last evening of the year. It’s a clear starry night allowing me to see the billions of stars before a thin cloud covers it all a few minutes later. What a year! This year was a very positive and constructive year for many…