Tag: journal
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November Nostalgia
How fast a month can fly? It was just first day of November and the pumpkin patches were weary, soon their orange color was vanishing into lush greens of fresh cut Christmas trees. People were waiting for Thanksgiving dinner, long commutes, lengthy political discussions with know-it-all relatives, and those black Friday deals. Shops were selling […]
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An urge to nest
It is not just another autumn evening. It is cold, calm, and composed. It is rainy, cloudy, and happy. People are home, drying their rain boots and raincoats. We are wandering outside. I am clicking the sky, my usual activity on rainy days. I am heavily pregnant. A flock of birds is returning home. I […]
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In the depth of August
“Socrates said, ‘The unexamined life is not worth living.’ But the examined one … is no bargain” – My most favorite take-away from Woody Allen’s latest ‘Café Society’ 1. In my building, the walls are so thick that you cannot hear your neighbors. I know couple of them by the things they display- their […]
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Blank pages
“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.” ― Dr. Seuss Writing is not a daily habit of mine. Words come and go. Sometimes I make notes. Sometimes I let them go. Sometimes I write spontaneously. Don’t write bad memories, they say. So on my not so good days, I hardly write. On […]
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About the Story
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.” ― David Foster Wallace My diary opens. Lots of white pages. Lots of wordy tales. People come out, stretch their legs, and talk to me on starry nights. A plot wanders. An old gossip wakes up from deep sleep. A […]
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