Associate energy and friendship
As the heating in my car swathes my bare feet, I let it comfort me and enjoy the warmth. I need to wind down on these days when I have Continue Reading →
Tag: Friends
Monet at the National Gallery
I am standing by the door of the underground train which is just about to close when a guy jumps in and the train starts to move. He falls onto Continue Reading →
SSLC and rank holders
The class conversation turns to languages and our SSLC results. Languages were never my strong point. I never did enjoy learning Malay in my younger days. I somehow scraped through Continue Reading →
Bruce’s leaving party
The pattering of rain drops grow louder as I walk into the kitchen. It is raining heavily and making big splashes on my conservatory roof. A perfect day to stay Continue Reading →
The travails of old age
“Don’t ever get old” says Doreen. She is not coping well. “I lie awake at night crying my eyes out”. Old age and frailty, something that creeps up on you. Continue Reading →
Rosie and miracles
The bluebells and crocuses are making a tentative appearance and so are the remaining daffodils which escaped the Siberian snowfall. The cherry blossoms are starting to brighten up the sleepy Continue Reading →
Visiting friends and spelling mistakes
The rush hour traffic gets under way. I try to guess the mode of transport from the whooshing noises they make. Some pass with the least racket, while others create Continue Reading →
Hilda’s funeral
A bitterly cold day, but the sun is out. I didn’t expect anything less. It is the day we are finally saying goodbye to Hilda. A woodpecker is happily pecking Continue Reading →
January
As January says goodbye and February welcomes us, I wonder, is January the most depressing month of the year. Appearing straight after the festive month, when the party season is Continue Reading →
Hilda, my neighbour
It was the autumn of 2002. We had just moved into our new house and the doorbell rang. It was Hilda with a bunch of flowers and a wide smile. Continue Reading →
