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Birthday tradition in my Family

Birthdays in my family is celebrated in a different manner. I don’t remember ever cutting a cake or having people over for a party until after my marriage. I never asked for a birthday present and the same trend applied to all my siblings. It’s funny when I think about...

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Enmity and Amity (Diamante)

Enmity Timorous, rebellious, Resenting, doubting, guarding, Isolation, melancholy: Contentment, inclusion, Tolerating, believing, adoring, Harmonious, sanguine, Amity.     A diamante poem is a 7-line poem that looks like a diamond. It does not have to rhyme. It can be used to describe 1 topic or 2 opposite topics. Line 1:...

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Who Doesn’t Care for Commendations and Condemnations?

It is so sad that life is all about earning commendations. Even a new-born is expected to do something to impress and this trend continues till death finally relieves us from this duty. Nobody is exempted. If one does decide that he needs to free his mind from this need...

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Man

If only we learn to stop meddling, intruding, to mind just our own, behind every disaster would not be a man’s mistake.       A Tanka (short poem) is a form of classical Japanese poetry in five lines and thirty-one syllables. Tanka adheres to a syllabic count. Line 1-...

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The Only Thing I Cannot Relinquish – Writing

My sense of curiosity is below par. As a school girl, I remember wishing to be somebody who asked questions in the classroom and many times even promising myself to change my apathetic attitude. Most teachers encouraged queries from students and even elders praise those children who asked questions because...

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The Echoing Highlight of all my Summer Breaks

Summer vacation was just a mere two weeks keeping in mind that schools remained close for two whole months in winter. I never minded this arrangement after all who wants to have school works during the festive season and also, it would be torturous to sit in a classroom without...

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The Guava Tree

Behind our house used to be a guava tree, Where my brother and I often sat for free. Leaning against its cool creamish trunk, We would chatter and sing till the sun sunk. Sometimes we helped peel its exhausted barks In which we had once carved our marks. For sport,...

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Let Down Your Sails (Cinquain)

Dreamer Let down your sails Pursue your destiny Unhindered by what is unseen Buoyant.     *A cinquain is a 5 line poem that follows a specific format. There are various types of cinquains. Some are created with a number of words or syllables in mind. Another form is created...

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On a Usual Sleepless Night

On a night when I am struggling to sleep off, I feel that insomnia must be one of the most distressing diseases to suffer from. I am not insomniac. On such sleepless nights, a minute seems like ten and before I know it, I can see the day dawning from...

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12 Things That Irritates me the Most (Like it Matters)

12. Combing hair in open: Just the sight of a comb coming out of a pocket or a bag disgusts me. I can only think of dirt, lice and another person’s hair falling all over the floor and on me. I would recommend combing hair inside a bathroom and cleaning...

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The Immigration Officer at Delhi

Couple of years back, an immigration officer at Delhi’s Indira Gandhi International Airport asked me what I did in Dubai. I replied, “Nothing. I’m just a housewife”. He looked me in my eyes and told me something which would bring me to tears had we not been at the immigration...

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Mama Bird Laid Two Eggs

Mama bird laid two eggs, Now she rarely stretches her legs. At the foot of my aloe plant, Which on a pot stands aslant. One is bigger than the other, Because the other came later. Papa bird is always close by, With his small head held high. Or is it...

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A Wife’s Poem for her Husband

He doesn’t mind where he treads and he trips. He avoids spiteful utterance from his lips. This fellow mistake every word of mine for sarcasm, But we have over-passed the chasm.   He laughs most at his own story, But rarely gives control to his fury. Proper words he misses...

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Pink Spray Bottle

It’s another hot summer day, She is out on her balcony, holding her plastic spray in dismay.   Her hair up in a tight bun, Glasses slipping from her nose, skin glistening in the sun.   In her flowy tie-dye dress, Of colors varied, to the weary plants in distress....

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Why I love my Frizzy and Coarse Hair

My sister and I were walking back home after visiting some relatives and on the way, she told me that she would cut my hair because my long hair was starting to absorb the growth of my body and preventing me from growing tall. She must had been 15 and...

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