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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

Personal

  • The scent of a mother

    During my weekly session with the shrink, while undergoing a session of Hypnotherapy,  I was asked to think back about my earliest happy memory. As I closed my eyes, I imagined myself in a tonga or horse carriage with a wicker basket in my lap, munching away on a bunch of ripe,red cherries. My mother was sitting… Read more

  • All I want is a dress that fits In a style that is suitable for me. In a fabric that breathes but doesn’t crush In a colour that’s not too bright nor dull Is that too much to ask for? I’m not a fashionista but I’m not a bag lady either. For some strange reason,… Read more

  • I Love you 5

    She ran to her with hands outstretched And grabbed her mother’s hand. Looking up she shyly said I love you 5 Mama. Is that all? the mother asked The child, she shook her head. But that’s my whole hand she said And that was all her world. Then she learnt to count to 100 And… Read more

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