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My blog is one place where I can be myself without worrying about my voice being too loud, my laugh too raucous or my ideas too weird.

Twenty- five Seven

Personally speaking

old age

  • Oh No! my hands are wrinkled Wrinkled hands are a sign of aging. But the wrinkles don’t come overnight. It is a slow insidious process. I first found out my hand was aging when my engagement ring fitted snuggly on my Pinkie. After years of having my ring finger ballooning on either side of the Read more

  • Gaining Consciousness

    A stitch in time My surgery was supposedly simple . The surgeon would insert three scopes inside my shoulder and repair the tear. It was literally a stitch in time that saves nine . The 5 cm long tear required three implants to anchor the tendons to the bone so there were more than just Read more

  • Life in a Sling

    So now here I was now with my wrist in a cast and my arm in a sling. And learning to live with it. The little ones were most excited at this turn of events and told all their friends with great glee how their granny fell off the ladder. Especially Wow Dinga who remembered Read more

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