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Life is Suffering
Posted on September 6, 2018 6 Comments
There’s a much misunderstood but oft quoted Hindu/Buddhist tenet that life is suffering.
The Year My Tree Died
Posted on June 7, 2018 11 Comments
It stood rustling its tiny red berries and pea-green leaves in the northwestern corner of our yard. The Japanese Pepper was my tree.
Still Unmarried
Posted on June 7, 2018 10 Comments
“And when will you marry?” A thousand disapprovals danced beneath his words. “When you find me a suitable suitor.” “Give me your requirements.” He scrambled for pen and paper. Rolling my eyes I listed; “Tall, handsome, wealthy. Doctor, lawyer, or engineer.” “At your age,” he said, “isn’t sapience enough?” This entry is submitted for YeahWrite […]
The dog of many names
Posted on May 3, 2018 9 Comments
CW: discussion of dog death I’ve had a lot of dogs over the years.
How to Make Lunch for Your Grandson’s Girlfriend
Posted on April 26, 2018 12 Comments
Invite your grandson to have lunch with you. Tell him to bring his girlfriend. Your daughter has told you about her, warned you to keep your opinions on her dark skin to yourself because it’s his choice and she’s a lovely girl and he’s happy, Mum, but you’ll be the judge of that. He will […]
A countdown of years
Posted on April 4, 2018 10 Comments
Seven When I was seven I started a new school. My fourth in three years. My third in Australia. I’d learned from the mistakes of the first two schools and was well on the way to camouflage. I had set down the heavy Malayalee-Malay accent I’d arrived with a little over a year previously. I’d […]
The Path to Paradise
Posted on March 29, 2018 10 Comments
On the corner of the block, at the meeting of two streets, at the end of the lane lived Veronica and Dorothy. Non and Dor, as they were known to everyone in the neighbourhood, were two delightful older women who shared a home. They’d been friends for most of their lives, and when Non’s husband […]
Nuts!
Posted on March 22, 2018 10 Comments
Arse over tea-kettle, and over I went. Legs swept from under me, roller skating mid-air like Wyle E. Coyote caught off a cliff, then down with a wallop.
Old Town Vet
Posted on February 22, 2018
A steady breeze blew through the deserted streets of Old Town lifting dust and debris into a ghoulish danse macabre. The blades of the old windmill whined their arc through the air, the rusted metal cogs and gears screeching in protest.
Asha Rajan 