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I still call Australia home!

  My place, my home! Neera Handa (The poem was presented in 2018 SWF) Each place has a name given by those who call it home Does the place ever answer to the name? Let me try and call out … Aie eee? –        Alumuna…aaaaa !! [1] …. Oh, but stop!   What’re these sounds, who’re these people? What’s the matter? They are running and shouting “They’re coming, they are coming!”  They’re plundering our world, they’re destroying what we had built, stop them!” And those who are chasing them are shouting “Run! Kill them”! But listen to what they are saying please! listen! “ Buddham Saranmam gacchami; Dharnam sarnam gacchami; Saṅghaṃ saraṇaṃ gacchāmi” [2] ……….Oummmmmmmmm! We were here before you! much before you. We built it, we built it all! we built this and you came and took it!   Go away, leave us!   This was a temple, no, this was a mosque, you are joking, “this was my church” Stop it you all, this was ...

Reading brings you unknown friends

Reading is very important, of course even if, or more so, if you want to write.  That is what I have learnt.  Check out, there is  A smorgasbord of topics, themes and titles There is such a variety, topics, and ideas, that people are writing about, putting their hearts, minds, their precious time into creating and dishing out these beauties, just for us to read, take advantage of, get entertained, or to feel sad or happy or excited!  Marketing, finance, romance, history, heartache, personal stories, and experiences, mental or physical health, writing about writing, tips and tricks to be successful in whatever field they are experts in, or just ranting, bragging, dreaming, questioning, but they are all writing, wanting you to read them. So read. Reading is crucial for writing too. It inspires ideas, gives clues, starts links to further our own writing. It also encourages others to see you, know you.  A famous quote on reading sums it up beautifully:  Reading...

Wow

The wow effect that gives our mind and through our mind, out body, and soul the thrill, the sensation, giving us a feeling of being blissfully happy.  The oh effect.  (Living younger ABC) “Old is when you give up, until then you’re spectacular!” Read in Liz porter’s article.  

A day like no other

Yes, 27th September is a day in my life like no other. Always thete, always in my mind. The day when I lost some one, that no one can ever replace, and this loss came as the biggest shock, as I and no one in my family were expecting.  I lost my mother! To a freak accident. 

My obsession

Yes, Every chance, I get, I sneak in a few ... When no one is looking, I quickly tap in a couple of ...  and then waiting the whole day for that quiet end of the day, when others sleep, I'm free to ... 

I don't want to

The sound of that voice, "I don't want to", like a shriek, a helpless cry, stopped me in my tracks, I was out jogging, and had just crossed the duo, a man and a little girl, walking on the side of the road, and my heart almost stopped. Such familiar words, "I don't want to", and a helpless child, a girl, and I started jogging a bit slowly, remaining close to them, but soon, they turned towards the shops, while my path was leading me to the park.  I jogged slowly towards the park, but then from the next street, my feet automatically turned towards the shops, and I saw them coming, and I went inside the street to let them catch up with me, and then started to follow them, sometimes I overtook them, went around the block, and then again caught up with them. I just wanted to know what was happening, and whether, the girl was safe. I was thinking, that the girl is being taken somewhere without her consent, she was unhappy, and may be abused, her mother had gone t...

Dear me

Dear Neera You don't know me as het, but I do. And one thing that I know is that our childhood, our experiences of early life are very similar. Almost the same. Though in my case these might be a bit foggy and in yours they are still fresh, and rosy, their impressions are a bit red, sharp and painful, and mine a bit tarnished, yes, time softens everything with its dull colours.  So, how are you going dear?  The person you were interested in, did you do anything about that? I hope you didn't, as it wouldn't be a good choice, I mean that person, you know, will not be... oh, sorry, my bad (I'm using a word that youngsters your age use these days!) how would you know, well don't worry about him, it will pan out, and if he is gone, let him be gone!  And have you decided on what you want to do your major in? I remember, you wanted to do journalism, Oh, the dream of being a reckless journalist, writing for a livelihood,  a dream, travelling around with your typewriter, wri...