Tag: #coronavirus
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Covimusings Special Edition – A Valentine’s Day with Three
“Happy Valentine’s Day honey” he whispered in her ear, eager for his voice and wishes to be the first thing that fell on her ears as she woke up to this most special day in the year. It had been a very challenging last month. Both Sara and Raj had…
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CoviMusings – He’s Back!
I sat there, nearly rubbing my eyes in disbelief. He looked a little surprised too, to find himself standing in front of me after nearly a year. I felt a tear welling up from the inside but caught myself in time. Even I could see how ridiculous that would look.…
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The Year that Wasn’t
It’s been a strange year for sure. Nothing to write home about, to put it mildly. I have started a few times since yesterday to attempt to write a blog to commemorate this rite of passing, this flip of a page on the Gregorian calendar from the dreaded year of…
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CoviMusings – When Amma Wrote Letters
This year has been special for all the wrong reasons. The big “C” word looms over us and dictates our life, our movements, what we can and cannot do, who we can and cannot meet. Something else that has come out of this though is the fact that we’ve never…
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CoviMusings – Home Truths
Author’s Note: For the last few months, humanity’s thoughts have always been underscored by the all-pervading presence of the pandemic. This humble author is no different. I have struggled for the last few months to write because everything I want to write about seems to revolve around this. So I gave…
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CoviMusings – Wearing my Medals
Author’s Note: For the last few months, humanity’s thoughts have always been underscored by the all-pervading presence of the pandemic. This humble author is no different. I have struggled for the last few months to write because everything I want to write about seems to revolve around this. So I…
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CoviMusings – Teacher’s Day
Author’s Note: For the last few months, humanity’s thoughts have always been underscored by the all-pervading presence of the pandemic. This humble author is no different. I have struggled for the last few months to write because everything I want to write about seems to revolve around this. So I…
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A Mother’s Love
He stuck his head up from the grass and smelt the air. His ears cocked for the all-familiar sound of guns and his nose twitched, searching for that smell of carnage and smoke. But try as he would, all he could smell was the fresh grass that shone from the…