Stories for Memories; Trading Stories for Memories!

At age 40, you don’t expect someone like me to pick up an Enid Blyton. Surely, I am too old for that?!? But as much as books mean stories, they also mean memories. Memories: lively, painful, colourful, haunting, and bittersweet. Memories that open up doors to a time you feel you’ve left far behind, but is actually just one thought away.

I have memories of being introduced to my first ever library – the collection of books my aunt and my cousins had in their house. Stacked one on top of the other, the books were placed pell-mell in that disorganised, yet loving manner that most book lovers (and hoarders) are so familiar with. Read More

The Guilty Wife: A Book Damned to Mediocrity & Cheap Thrills

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I have a code when it comes to reading: If you pick up a book, finish it at all costs. It doesn’t matter whether you like the book or not; if you’ve turned the first page, you’ve got to see it through to the end. It’s a commitment that you’ve made and now, you’ve got to honour it. Yeah, I know it’s silly, but if you’re a reader, you’ll probably understand what I am saying.

In following this code, there have been many books that have tested my patience. Some dragged on, others were excruciatingly painful and then there were those that were downright awful. In each case, I would put the book down, get a bit of fresh air, maybe see other books for a change, take them out for drinks, have a one night stand (read: binge-reading session) with them before dutifully returning to the original book that was giving me grief. But in the end, I was able to turn the last page, breathe a sigh of relief, and banish my torturer knowing that the worst was over and I could turn to another book that would (hopefully) bring me comfort. Read More

The Wise Little Cat

Aww, little kitty cat,

Thanks for making me realise,

That it’s important to stop a bit,

And smell the flowers nice.

 

Hoomans are dumb, so very, very dense,

They tend to forget the important stuff,

But as long as we’ve got you around,

I think that should be reminder enough!

 

So, let’s prance and play and dance a bit

Climb the roof, get stuck in trees.

Curl up in the sun, catch a snooze,

And shrug of our cares, just live free!

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The Mask We Wear

Dear Friend,

I took off my mask and laid it aside,
And you didn’t cringe at what you saw.
You didn’t taunt,
You didn’t chide,
You didn’t shudder,
Or turn away from me. Read More

Flowers By The Moon Light

Take back these flowers
That we gathered in the moonlight,
As we sat by the river from dusk to dawn,
Speaking to each other until the stars lost their twinkle
And the sun woke up yawning and bleary-eyed. Read More