It comesAt firstLike somebody’s imaginationSound of birds’ singing I wonderIf I heard anythingOr perhapsIt was just my imagination Then it’s the sunlightCalling my attentionThe warmth of itEven in the midst of snow The day becomes longerThe snow recedesI find myself squintingUnder the bright sun It is no longer Quiet outsideGarden birds chirpingWild birds calling in […]
In this memory, it is spring just before I turn six. On the couch inside our tiny half-dilapidated apartment is the decoration of traditional Japanese dolls to celebrate our March holiday hinamatsuri. These are expensive dolls that my grandmother bought us shortly after I was born, and they are usually carefully stored in a box
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The spring I turned seven, my maternal grandmother came to visit us at our new house in the suburb to celebrate two things: my birthday and my first participation in the annual concert of the local music school I had recently started attending. I had been taking piano lessons at this school along with my
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I am five years old in this memory. On weekends, my family often drive to a large shopping mall in the outskirt of our town to buy something we cannot find in the neighbourhood stores. I love this drive because it is long enough to enjoy the scenery and the music from the car audio
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It was a hot summer dayI went to see youThe last time I cameYou were still at homeI wore a pink shirt you bought meYears agoYou didn’t rememberBut when I told youI was wearing a shirtYou gave meYou saidHow grateful you wereThat I always rememberedHer gifts andTook a good care of themThis timeYou were at
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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
