In this memory, I am five years old. One fine day, my mother gives us a permission to blow bubbles in the balcony of our tiny half-dilapidated apartment. My little brother and I jump in delight and immediately run to the balcony. We each hold a pink bottle of bubbles solution and a wand in […]
In this memory, I am nine years old. In the summer, I go to the local public pool with my parents to practice swimming. At school, we have recently started learning the front crawl, and I need to practice it so that I can catch up with the rest of the class. I am not
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In this memory, I am five years old. A few times a year, I catch a cold and my mother takes me to the local hospital along with my little brother. Once at the hospital, my mother registers us at the reception desk, and we wait in the hallway sitting on one of the benches.
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You and your problemIn a familiar roomStaring at each otherOnce again Like it or notYou know It very wellIts nature and behaviourIn all quirky details You can seeHow It’s causing you painBut you don’t yet knowThe solution “Hey, you,”You try addressing ItHoping to get some hintAbout where the solution lies You are perfectly awareYou have
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When it comes to wearing socks, there are two kinds of people on this earth: those who meticulously arrange each sock so that the toe goes to the toe and the heal goes to the heal, and those who do not give any thought to such a matter. As far as I can remember, my
It was about 8 years ago. One early morning, I was heading to the airport to catch a flight to London, England, for my graduation solo trip. After the night of final packing, I had left my apartment in Tokyo with a backpack and one huge suitcase that contained all my clothing, travel gears and
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