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Wall to Wall- Eye to Eye

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wall to Wall.”

My walls at home are bare- in my room that is. I am not a picture person and moreover, I do not know how to nail pictures into walls. My walls are made of concrete and require hard drilling in order to make a hole.Moreover I live in a home provided by the government which I would not like to desecrate with nail holes.

Given the chance I would like to decorate my walls with inspirational teachings, good lessons for life from great people or from ordinary people, daily planners, lists and the like.

I am not fond of pictures or photos as they bring back memories and I do not like to hang on to memories. Memories remind me of the life I have left behind and what I cannot have once more.

Time moves on.

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More about manners in the U.S. and U.K.

A wonderfully insightful post on the similarity of people in one culture and the dissimilarity of people in another. Which one would you prefer ?

Notes from the U.K.

“What do you like about living here?” someone asked me recently.

The questions comes up often enough that I should have a neat answer by now, but for whatever reason, I don’t. Instead I blither vaguely about place and people and history, and sooner or later the other person either takes pity on me or gets bored. Either way, the conversation moves on.

This most recent time, it moved on to the feeling of freedom that the person who’d asked me—let’s call her S.—had when she visited the U.S. To her, Americans are expansive, expressive, and probably a few other ex-things. Expository. Ex post facto. Expresso. (Yes, I’m spelling that wrong. Oddly enough, Spellcheck hasn’t noticed, which is why I’m whispering. It does, however, object that it’s not a full sentence. I love technology.) When S. got back to the U.K., everyone struck her as closed in. She mimed what they looked…

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An ode to my love

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cupid’s Arrow.”

25 years back, you came into my life,

Though at that time, I scarce did know it,

Being only 17 years of age at that time,

And not at the age for love by our culture.

Years later, when you became mine,

You told me that you had seen me and touched me,

During a Mantoux test you had given me

On my forearm as part of a research study

For young medical students.

This incident skipped my mind but it blows me away today.

Later, during my 4th year of college, you came back to my life

And made a full scale proposal to me.

And still I refused you being only 20 years at this time.

I am amazed at your persistence that has made me your wife today.

Two years later, my father approached your father

In a strange twist of fate,

For your hand to take care of mine.

In a totally unimaginable manner.

I became yours that day 22 years ago.

There have been many twists and turns in our lives since

But through your skillful handling of all the crises

You have not let a single one of these

Confront or attack me head on

You lead me by example and guide me through life.

And I accept your guidance because you have lived longer in this world and

Above all, you love me and I love you too !