Posts Tagged ‘Sunday Scribblings’

Sunday Scribblings #43 – Photograph

Photographs. What an interesting prompt this week. To start, I just have to say that my friend Lina, whom I met in India in on Christmas Day 2005, recently told me about this amazing site for artists and and writers. It’s called RedBubble. You can post and sell work online.Lina’s on there, check out her…

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Sunday Scribblings #42 – Out of This World

Out of this world experiences are those that bring me into my essence.Those brief and celebratory moments where everything is ok, where I am at peace, and where the sensation is one of pure pleasure.I feel quite privileged to have had such precious moments of ease wrapped up with the excitement of living.I think in…

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Sunday Scribblings #41- I just don’t get it

I just don’t get it. In that I fully don’t understand. At times what I don’t get is myself. Like why I have these habits. The temptations that I pretty much instantly regret having engaged in. Like having that extra pint, or talking myself out of a meal because I’m “not hungry”, or sleeping in…

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Sunday Scribblings #40- Smorgasbord

Isn’t it funny.My mind is so mixed up.I’m not really focusing.Back from a 5 week trip to the land of masala chai, naan, palak paneer, sambar and idly for breakfast, honking horns, stinking pollution and fleas feasting on my ankles, auto-rickshaws, and “yes, m’am, of course m’am”,I must say, that the priorities are nothing buta…

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Sunday Scribblings #39 – Sleep

What kind of a relationship do I have with sleep? Here’s the story… I am living with a drug-induced sleep disorder. An anti-depressant I’m taking to manage my bipolar disorder has the lovely side effect of inducing Periodic Limb Movement Disorder or PLMD in sleep-ology language. Although it sounds all pathological and everything, it’s actually…

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Sunday Scribblings # 38 – Fridge Space

Odorific. Fridge space. Baking soda crowded crispers liquifying onions (increasing the spaciousness). Egg cups fix albumin glued shell fragments only fingernails can free. Shelves hoard nearly empty peanut butter, pickle and jam jars we refuse to finish. Tupperware science experiments ripen the sour aroma. “Why is there so much fridge space?” The life cycle of…

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Sunday Scribblings #37 – Foul

  Moving through life has disgusted, polluted and contaminated my senses. It’s unavoidable. Still, filthy, grimy, visceral memories surface when I think of the foul experiences I have been a part of: Standing in a shower that doubled as a toilet. You can imagine my horror when, in a small village in India, I discovered…

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Sunday Scribblings #36 – Miscellaneous

Ahh…I breathe the tension out and feel the relief. Today’s prompt for Sunday Scribblings , Miscellaneous, takes a lot of pressure off me. Today I can write about an assorted mix of unrelated things, and I do not have to feel guilty for wandering away from the topic. Whhhhew. What a calm and peaceful sense…

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Sunday Scribblings #35 – Fellow Traveler

I look over my shoulder, certain I’ll find someone cycling just behind me. A fellow traveler. I look left. No one. Right, nothing. Yet the sensation of warmth is alive and the hint of a shadow tricks my eyes. “Hmmmm….” Eyebrows furrowed, nose leading the way, I carry on. “Just shake it off, Jennifer. Illusions,…

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Sunday Scribblings #34 – Date

“It’s not something I would usually do”, she said, blood rushing to her cheeks in a random, blotchy pattern and drawing tingly warmth to her ears. Her heart beat so fast that it warmed her scalp , and she felt sure that it was transforming her silvery-white hair back to the carrot orange colour it…

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