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The color RED

The Romanian flag has three colours: blue, yellow and red. In the early grades, we learned the national anthem and the significance of the flag and its colours. Continue reading “The color RED”

3LineTales – Cherry tree child

“Stay out of the cherry tree!” grandma would say.
She’d always sigh (and smile) at the sight
of stains on my shirt.
Continue reading “3LineTales – Cherry tree child”

Sleeping arrangement

It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. Continue reading “Sleeping arrangement”

The story behind a door

I often think doors are veils to homes. Each have a distinct character, speaking volumes of the people living behind the door. It’s fun to guess what could possibly be behind a door — an array of secrets, emotions, and mysteries. A home with laughter, heartaches, hopes, banter, and more. Divyakshi Gupta

Continue reading “The story behind a door”

“I don’t want you turning out like your grandmother”

The other day, mom and I had a girl to girl talk as we looked over old pictures. We talked about her childhood and what she liked the most, as well as what she hated the most. Continue reading ““I don’t want you turning out like your grandmother””

3LineTales: The last train

It’s stormy, cold and wet.
He’s set to board the train for noon.
In the end, I was the one that got away!  Continue reading “3LineTales: The last train”

I’ll have the tomato juice, please

I was inspired to write about this life event by my blogosphere friend’s post ‘A matter of taste’ Continue reading “I’ll have the tomato juice, please”

Luck comes in different shapes and forms

The dictionary definition of ‘luck’ is “success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one’s own actions”. Continue reading “Luck comes in different shapes and forms”

That time my nostrils suffered

I was back from school (6th grade). I opened the door and almost gagged… Mom came out of the kitchen to greet me Continue reading “That time my nostrils suffered”

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