Sometimes dates are etched in ink in your mind. This is a short story..uhm short story or essay? Well rambling more like . So brief ramblings of one such date. Recently my car was totaled. Well, on January 28th. It was quite upsetting, truth be told. And it has pre occupied my mind In any…
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Three wishes
They come in threes don’t they? Those proverbial wishes from the proverbial genie in a bottle. Okay I know I just repeated the word proverbial in the same sentence 3 words apart. And compounded the blunder by doing it yet again. This is the proverbial train wreck of paragraphs. OMG, I did it again! Jeez,…
The nightmare that wasn’t
Awakening found me this morning in one those rarest of dreams. A nightmarish dream that I wanted to remain in. As with many dreams, it was all over the map. It was the spiders that turned the dream into a nightmare. Ugh, creepy crawlies!! I hate them. And I know what you are thinking. What…
The Wee Hours
It’s been a while since I’ve been up in the wee hours of the morning. And by a while, I mean maybe 3 or 4 weeks. That’s a miracle to me. Insomnia has been a constant companion of mine for many many years. Many years. And it’s only after a good night’s sleep or several…
3 years, 7 months and 17 days later..
years, 7 months and 17 days later..
Happy Heavenly Birthday Mom
We never knew my mom’s actual birthday date so I long ago picked a date. The coolest date I could think of. 10/10 Brief history lesson: the scramble for Africa did not care that Africans had their own belief and governing systems, traditions, customs, artefacts, celebrations. Nope, none of that mattered/ matters, not when the…
Some days you catch a glimpse of hope
Some days, you wake up, fighting the usual demons of despair and hopelessness; but through sheer effort also conjure a twinge of hope? You push yourself to go for that outdoor walk you’ve been telling yourself you’ll do for weeks, maybe even months. And push yourself to work on a project or two You even…
Sunday Thoughts
I love Sundays When we were kids, Sundays were for attending mass and then coming home to special meals cooked by mom. In boarding school, Sundays were for visits from mom with chapatis, chips, cake!! Every single Sunday! She never missed a single Sunday In University, Sundays were for calling mom. I never missed a…
Authensible Musings: Piercing the mundane of everyday life 