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Brilliant little nuggets

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“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it…

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F.O.O.D

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Pista-chio. (Beautiful, expensive, rich.) I have a bag of these, and I don’t know what to do with them. That’s rare for me; it’s rare that I don’t know what to do with an ingredient. But when it comes to these I’m torn. Should I save them for Diwali and add them to a sweet, made with thickened milk, sugar,…

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Random Thoughts While I Make Biscuits

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When you live your life out on social media, open and absolute, there comes a moment when people begin to take you for granted. They think that they know everything there is to know about you, and with that assumption comes a tendency to demand that you do things, say things, and remain an ever-present update in the home page…

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(People)

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People are infinitely strange. For every nice person I meet I seem to end up accidentally running into or talking to quite a few that are not worthy of attention. I have come to the conclusion that I am grateful for the law of averages because it evens things out. It means that I still have the nice interaction from…

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Pain – A Look Back

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Written on September 16th, 2003 – Based on a conversation with a friend (referred to in this post as ‘you’). I think my failing, my utter failing, is my tendency to feel as much as I can, whether it is pain or joy. I have often plumbed the utter depths of despair, but you have not often seen me like…

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Dented, Painted, Indian, Woman

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I am all of it. I am dented by life; I am forever changed by the experiences I have had. I have been shaped as I have lived, for I have embraced life. The lessons learned were sometimes not learned, and so the learning of them was harder; my self was moulded, over and over; my heart was broken and…

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Fattists Not Welcome

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When my godson’s seven year old sister Anaina visited her best friend J a couple of days ago, she was expecting to just be a seven year old and hang out with her friend. She was looking forward to playing with J, showing her the new present her uncle had bought her, and hanging out. But when she went back…

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Ten

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10) Cooking is therapeutic. I often cook when I’m not hungry, or when I don’t need to, simply because I need to do something with my hands. I often call myself a Kitchen Witch because there does seem like a certain amount of witchery is involved with cooking; the adding of the yeast, the kneading of the dough, the soaking…

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The Silly Season

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It’s that time of the year again. I simply adore December. Even when things aren’t always wonderful and when life is filled with trials, such as I have mentioned in this blog in the past, or the knowledge that Wizengamot is dying and there’s nothing I can do, no matter how much I want to, to save him, December is…

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