Tag Archives: teenage

to you and me: wild flowers

What IS it that we share? Much beyond thai curry and a tendency to hurry, won’t you agree? Is it just kindergarten capers, my tears and your cheers? Or the adolescent years- fifteen year old wonders and acned fears? How … Continue reading

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geometry of love

30 degrees in the morning’s cuckoo clock and we were ten years younger, reliving a day when a diary entry had us in a furore, each of us, bisecting, intersecting, making the author flush in anger, enraged that the nose … Continue reading

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Blemish

She felt tainted, marked, branded for life, held up for everyone to look down on and frown at. She peered closer into the hand-held mirror, anxiously wishing it away. Sigh, it was STILL there and shall be forever or so … Continue reading

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(C)rush, (C)rush

okay, i’m too old for that but then, can you resist the (C)rush? am too old to swoon but can i not drool, albeit discreetly? maybe i can’t moon/moonlight but can i not act a lil like a loon and … Continue reading

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Love me, do

Hair slicked back, the top three shirt-buttons left invitingly open, , fingers held causally around a mug of foamy coffee, I was the picture of sophistication. There was no trace of the small town kid that I was but months … Continue reading

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to be fifteen again

To be fifteen again, They flew  down, leaving  husbands  behind, Chores forgotten,  leaves of absence  in  place. To be fifteen again, They dressed up in the gay colours of girlhood, Shrieked with abandon, giggled and ogled! To be fifteen again, … Continue reading

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