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Re-living Past Moments

Post author:sherryfah2@gmail.com
Post published:February 20, 2024
Post category:Lifestyles Random Thought
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One of my favourite things to do while driving is listen to the radio. BBC Radio London to be precise. Despite this fact, I only get to listen to the radio when I drive. Some time ago, I got myself a portable radio at home, but the technicality and practicality involved put me off. Moreover, it makes me feel old and cranky. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being old and it doesn’t take much to get the radio to do the job either. Getting the portable radio to charge and setting the frequency to my favourite station was a hard task for me.

For me, radio speaks my inner voice. The silence voice in me that isn’t audible to many. Some of the discussions awake a slumbering part of me. As expected, while listening and driving last week, the topic of discussion touched a part of me that caused energy renewal. The voice on the radio asked listeners to share some of their past moments or experiences they wouldn’t mind re-living.

I felt an acute nostalgia for the time gone by. As I drove, my mind went on a time travel. Memories of the forgotten past came alive. Flashes of happy moments resurfaced and I could almost feel the warmth and the intensity of those moments.

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My Grandmother’s Trees

Post author:sherryfah2@gmail.com
Post published:December 31, 2023
Post category:Lifestyles Random Thought
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By the right corner of my grandmother's kitchen was an orange tree. It grew just behind the wooden kitchen facing the main entrance. The kitchen had no window nor a door

A Place Called Home

Post author:sherryfah2@gmail.com
Post published:December 11, 2023
Post category:Lifestyles Random Thought
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I watched as the air hostess pushed the food trolley down the aisle. The second meal was served on the 6-hour journey. The air hostess stopped beside each row of seats and handed out the professionally packed turkey ham sandwiches with a smile before asking for the passengers’ choice of drink.

When she got to my row, I asked if there was a vegetarian option. She paused and applied the brake to the food trolley with her feet before replying, “No” with her eyes hovering over me. She then asked, “Did you pre-order a vegetarian option?”. I was a bit puzzled not knowing there was a pre-ordering system in place as regards airline meals. I replied in negative both with my voice and facial expression.

The next question the air hostess asked left me unsettled. “Do you want me to pre-order your meal for when you’re returning home?” This question caught me unaware, I paused for a few seconds, millions of neurons connected in my head, and then I replied spontaneously, “I am going back home”. She cast one final glance at me and ruminated over my statement, she then released the break and moved on to the next row without saying a word.

I pondered on the word “HOME”. For whatever reason I didn’t understand what home meant for a brief fleeting moment. Where is HOME? I chewed on this question for the rest of the journey. HOME! WHERE IS HOME? Have I been labelling the wrong place as home? Is the place I called home a home to me? What constitutes home? Where is home?

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