Trigger warning: Depression
It clings to her like tar.
She heads for the refrigerator and picks out a cube of ice rubbing it feverishly over her face, trying to erase its traces.
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And so the festive season begins
I woke up yesterday morning to much activity in the kitchen. H and N were making pancakes, well mostly N.
This past week has been a tough one. Both N and I went down with a bout of viral fever, followed by a persistent rash and then a lingering joint pain. As it turned out, it wasn’t viral at all but a mild version of one of the mosquito diseases.
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It’s exam time.
You’re deep into your books. Portion, syllabus, timetables dominate your mind space. You’re a walking talking mugging studying zombie.
No one gets this better than mom. She’s there. All the time.
Continue reading “Just Moms”The Cream Heist
This post is dedicated to my sister and my mother, with due apologies to the former and a drum roll of honour for the latter.
Continue reading “The Cream Heist”Mornings like these
5am.
I wake up to the clang of a plate falling and being hurriedly retrieved. It’s H, I know.
‘Clumsy as ever,’ I murmur to myself as I mentally shake my head and turn over with a sigh. Part of me wonders vaguely if I should get up and check the damage but then sleep claims me.
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