Community, Wonder

community wonder

featuring INDIAN FUTURES

I stand on the platform. A few early risers have already taken their places.

The same people every week. The blonde woman supporting herself on the raised stone wall. The smartly dressed man by the bench, phone light flickering on his face. Another woman greeting a neighbour. Continue reading “Community, Wonder”

A Suspended Christmas

a suspended christmas

featuring SELFISH MOTHER and Save the Children

If you do not live in the United Kingdom, then grab a seat! This post requires an explanation.

A Christmas jumper is ‘a top pulled over the head to cover the torso, themed with a Christmas or winter-style design. Save the Children UK encourage people to wear a Christmas jumper on a specific day in December (it’s the 14th this year) and raise money for the charity. Most people wear Christmas jumpers outside of that one day, during Advent and Christmas.

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Leftover Lunch

dandelion

‘Maybe you should just leave it for a few more days, and it would exit the lunchbox on its own. Imagine, the lunchbox monster escapes and you would have so much less washing up to do.’

‘It’ is the leftover lunch that is awaiting, unopened, on the school rack. It was abandoned since Friday, so it had a whole weekend to work its way into life.

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On World Mental Health Day

my hashtag challenge

#WHOLEHOUR

Have you ever traced back your steps in slow motion, rewinding each act of the day one by one, only to discover in bewilderment that your ‘usual’ day was in fact quite remarkable?

This post is for you.

My wake up call came at 1am, that is, one o’clock in the morning. Continue reading “On World Mental Health Day”

On clouds … and how to keep warm in winter

If someone asked you how many types of clouds there were, what would your answer be?

My uncle, forever the erudite, would list clouds in their Latin names: cirrostratus, altostratus, stratocumulus; he might say something about the troposphere. My youngest daughter would ignore the question altogether and would quiz me on the lack of planes and helicopters in the sky.

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On that birth story I never wrote down

I have kept a journal ever since I learnt how to write. I wrote a PhD, I write a weekly blog.

I have hand written letters to my best friend ever since I could remember.

I wrote my first daughter‘s birth story minute by minute, stage by stage.

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My wedding, part III, or How I cannot read the future, even when it’s laid right in front of me

I grew up in a house full of books.

Books in the mahogany bookcase, books in the vitrines, in place of figurines, knick-knacks and glassware. Books instead of side tables. Books supporting dressers and cabinets, books in wall crevices. Books in the wardrobe. Books in corridors, books behind doors, books on the kitchen table, books in beds, books on the upright piano, books on windowsills. Books at the entrance, books in the balcony.

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Our wedding – PART II, or how to piece one memory from different sources

The story of our wedding, part I, can be found here.

It is the same day, 11am.

Let us piece the rest of the day, from various sources:

My feelings: of embarrassment, or rather pure terror. In my usual life, I smile and laugh a lot, especially in inappropriate moments. I was somehow convinced I was going to burst out with laughter, so pinching myself I sat, in a fixed uncomfortable position, throughout the ceremony. I remember nothing else.

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On football and the only World Cup game I have watched this year

‘I often lay awake at night and look back at my life in wonder.

I am married, I have a family and I have changed jobs 5 times, because I wanted to. I feel like I have only moved up.

If my mother had lived to know this, she would find herself in disbelief, but proud. Continue reading “On football and the only World Cup game I have watched this year”